#ruby ann hatfield

“Hey, Ruby”

“Morgana, just the woman I was looking for. The patent in room-”

“...”

“Hello? Someone crying in here?”

“It’s okay if you are, are you okay?” 

“Morgana”

“Afternoon Dr. Wolff” 

“Claire! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about me”

“Sweetie, you’re crying in the toilet” 

“Luna died last night” 

“You’re dog? I’m sorry you and Michael must be devastated” 

“Michael’s occupied with everything right now and he needs me to focus because his family has just fallen apart with a death, a niece with a broken neck and a sister who has given birth.

“But I can’t because all I can think about is my Luna” 

Cassandra and her poor man’s Don Lothario.  At least his hair matches her sweater.

“My father is going to freak out, he’s been very over protective these last few years” 

“My shift is nearly over, why don’t we get some breakfast before you head home? To cheer you up” 

“So how’d this happen? It’s five in the morning” 

“Working overnights due to my degree, I guess I was too tired”

“Your parents will probably be very worried once you tell them”

The Hatfield family

from left to right: Elizabeth Hatfield, Billy Hatfield, Ulysses T. Hatfield, Ruby Ann Hatfield (nee Broke), Hank Hatfield