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FireShe slams her bedroom door. It punches the doorframe and the walls quake. Apparently her mother said she would come back for her. Apparently her mother wanted her to know she loved her. Apparently her mother no longer loved her father. Apparently her mother loved Mr Cerauno with his ugly beard and his evil long fingernails.
Apparently her mother loved Athena.
She clenches her fists, stalks to the window, thumps her head on the glass and peers down at the windowsill to a layer of sticky dust and dead flies. Tears burn the corners of her eyes. She thumps her head on the glass again and rips the curtains closed. She turns and faces the room. Dust layers her furniture, her books, her every possession. ‘b***h,’ she growls between clamped teeth. She kicks her desk. A vase of dried
