<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Lilly May Johnson </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Button</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/c9e624d3-8a57-4d03-be16-cb5a4f8fde13_zpsdff13db0.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lilly had been startled by the woman who peered over the seat to speak to her, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Hi, little one. I am Lana, but they call me Ghost. And you are Lilli, right? I guess your dad calls you differently. Maybe pumpkin?" </span><br/><br/>Lilly had perked up at the nice lady but then shot her a dirty look, crossing her arms and shaking her head fiercly, <span style="color: #80BF00">"No! My daddy calls me button! Pum-kins are icky!“</span> Sam gave a small laugh at Lilly, then looked at Ghost. <span style="color: #FF8000">"Hi, I am Sgt. Johnson, but most folks call me Sam,“</span> he held out his hand to her. Lilly watched through squinted eyes, mostly staring at Sam, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Sammy!! She was talkin' to meeee.“</span> Her voice was small and had all the indignation a six year old could muster. Sam raised an eyebrow at her, but put his hands up in playful surrender, <span style="color: #FF8000">"My apologies, Button.“</span> <br/><br/>Lilly smiled, showing she forgave him then turned back to the woman, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Sowwy about my broffer." </span></div>