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Susan was stunned to have met her mother. After all these years! And it turned out she knew her mother and found her abrasive. Susan put her mind to a clean-out and tried to understand. She scrubbed furiously. Vesta was her mother. … Continue reading
Fall crept through the country. Traveling with winter dread. Scarlett needed a trip to the city. She packed a favorite dress and told Auntie to expect her at the townhouse. … Continue reading
Feed, change, nap, wake, play, feed, walk, change, nap, feed… Years as a dancer, working on the road. Now this. Routine. Fixity. So happy!
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading