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There was a careful silence between the girls once Aurelle returned home, where Diana was making dinner. Neither mentioned their confrontations with Marianne. Each was preoccupied by their own encounter, keeping it secret, wondering if she had spoken to the other as well. A c***k opened up in that small thing they didn’t share. Through that tiny opening, doubt slipped in and stretched out. They ate dinner quietly, formally. Aurelle went to bed early, shutting her door, something she never did. The sound of it closing with a click surprised Diana. So little did anymore. It made her sit up, pay attention.
And now it was the following day. Aurelle came into the living room in the early afternoon and stood before Diana. She hadn’t told her she was leaving, getting away. Not yet. She felt
