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Jul 09, 2006 22:56

And she looks around, after he's gone back, and before she can bring herself to yet.

It's very familiar.

It's very strange.

It's not home anymore. And it used to be.

There are still stuffed animals--three--on her bed, and she sits with one, a tiger, in her arms, and looks around.

Because it was home.

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once_a_queen July 10 2006, 03:02:06 UTC
Susan comes home from an afternoon of window shopping with her girlfriends. She walks into the front room, humming to herself as she sets down her purse and gathers up her needlework basket.

She freezes when she hears noise upstairs. She stands, frozen a moment. Then she picks up a heavy silver candlestick and slowly and quietly walks upstairs.

'A bird got in,' she reassures herself. 'Maybe a squirrel. That's all.' She opens Lucy's bedroom door- and screams in surprise.

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called_lioness July 10 2006, 03:05:18 UTC
Hell.

She hadn't meant for this to happen. She hadn't meant Su to ever find out.

"--Hello, Susan."

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once_a_queen July 10 2006, 03:12:18 UTC
For a moment she hadn't recognized her sister. She shouldn't be here. She holds her hands to her mouth, the candlestick dropped on the floor.

"How- oh God, Lu, how?"

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called_lioness July 10 2006, 03:14:03 UTC
"Not quite God," she tries with a half-smile, and winces, a little.

"--Adam. It was--it was an accident, but it was Adam."

Cross-legged on her bed that isn't her bed and still holding the tiger as tightly as she can.

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