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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
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
Vesta stared out the window. Susan made tea in the little kitchen. It was so uncomfortable. The baby woke up. “My God, I have a grandchild!” Vesta … Continue reading
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.
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
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.
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
It was weekly now. Susan soaked in the tub. Vesta lulled to sleep; then she made tea. Late. So late. But she had her little family.
Scarlett deboarded the train. Wrapped in ivory. Glamorous. Scarlett cabbed to her pristine apartment. It was just as she had left it. Velma had looked in on the cat. Scarlett searched, and searched, and … Continue reading
Beautiful textural photos: http://www.etsy.com/shop/SeaLilyStudio Susan could hear Velma’s soft tinkering and clinking in the kitchen. Susan soaked in the tub, knowing Velma would keep the baby happy and make tea for them. Dreamy photography: http://www.etsy.com/shop/InmostLight She daydreamed. Perhaps … Continue reading