"Promise me you'll never let me become tweed skirt and twin set
sensible?"
Kathleen turned her head on the pillow, slipping the
headphones back, laughing.
"That will NEVER be you."
She reached
out with one hand, smoothing back a white lock before shifting
closer enough
to capture Marianne's lips. Still my beautiful girl, she thought.
"What
if we end up back in the closet in some home? Living in different
rooms?
Companions!" Marianne spat out the word in a sudden fury; old twists
of thought,
given new form.
"No, don't pull away. Listen." Kathleen
didn't laugh. "That won't be us."
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