Velma couldn’t understand her friend’s
sharpness.
Susan was darling.
Her baby had invigorated Velma.
Velma persisted in the relationship.
Velma filled her bag with bread and staples, tossing in a toy for the baby.
Velma couldn’t understand her friend’s
sharpness.
Susan was darling.
Her baby had invigorated Velma.
Velma persisted in the relationship.
Velma filled her bag with bread and staples, tossing in a toy for the baby.
Had Leon and his mother raised Susan?
Vesta had stayed in her head
all her life.
Vesta found refuge in Sherman.
Silent, no questions, just bodies pressed together.
And purring.
Her throat was tight. She should find Leon.
Scarlett shrugged as she started their
dinner dishes.
“I just don’t get it”
Velma brought in the cups.
Scarlett chatted on.
“Being childless is so free.
That baby proves it! haha.
Why would you get involved?
She really rubs Vesta the wrong way.
Have you noticed?”
Scarlett hung up her apron, reached for cocktail glasses.
Susan didn’t know
what Velma and Vesta knew.
Yet.
Susan was content.
She liked her living space, her baby was healthy, and she had Velma.
Velma was like the mother she didn’t have.
The news was, of course preposterous.
Not just that her friend had a daughter, or that nobody knew about the daughter.
But the daughter was… brown
and
recently came to town
and
was Susan.
Velma wanted Susan for her own daughter.
Velma was stunned.
Vesta woke with a start,
with Leon on her mind.
Was it him?
Or was it Susan?
And Vesta knew.
It was Susan.
Susan was her daughter.
They settled in now that Scarlett’s project in New York was finished.
They had tea at 3 every day.
Sometimes in the evenings they would dance.
Time to move again!
Susan’s dancer body was under there somewhere,
she was sure.
What the future held
for her and the baby,
who knew?
But first
she’d stroll the baby
then come back and read aloud…
it would be good for both of them.
Stitch.
“I think you two would like each other”
Stitch.
“if you spent more time together.”
Stitch.
Vesta doubted it, and her face said so.
Stitch.
Velma’s perfect collar felt tight.
Stitch.
She didn’t usually press.
Stitch.
But she wanted everyone to get along.
Prick.
She stared into her cup,
quilt tossed aside.
Really.
After all these years.
Why were those memories on a loop?
Leon.
That hot summer; she was so big.
One kiss.
One blessed kiss.
Then she was gone.
Vesta went to college.
And what happened to the baby?
Did she want to know?
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