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Velma had had enough drama. Time to get back to the library. Where all questions had answers. All things had a place. She would … Continue reading
Sweet friend had decorated. “I don’t know when your birthday is!” She handed Velma a gift. Velma opened it hotfaced. “You taught me that a woman’s home is her castle.” Tears. Smiles. Hugs.
She didn’t know what to expect. She wore her power suit. In it, she was unflappable. His face held 25 years of emotion. Susan was his last, best gift from Vesta. Love sustained. Vesta wept. Finally.
Feed, change, nap, wake, play, feed, walk, change, nap, feed… Years as a dancer, working on the road. Now this. Routine. Fixity. So happy!
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
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.