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Dany
My mother comes in the morning. Jack called her because he was worried. My mother cuddles me, showers me, dresses me and pops me into the back seat of the Jaguar. She gives Karl directions and in no time at all we’re at the funeral chapel.
“Darling, you don’t have to go in,” she says.
I haven’t spoken since she found me. I’ve only nodded yes or no. I’m afraid if I speak, either I’ll cry or more ugliness will come out.
She reaches her hand to touch my face and I flinch back.
“Right,” she says. “Well, at least we look fabulous. Never say I didn’t raise you to be a lady.”
I’d like to say otherwise, but I don’t. She takes in my expression and sighs.
“Darling. Please. Be happy. It’s always been my greatest desire. I want you to be happy.”
I look down at my hands.
Karl comes ro
