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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. Advertisements
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 … 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.