Frankie felt as though the floor was melting under her feet, all the sounds surrounding her body suddenly disappeared and only this heavy presence was left. She was not really tall, she was quite blonde and Frankie had imagined her slightly older than she appeared being. Her heart was racing with pain and seemed to be creating loud melodies into her ears, she was not sure wether the world was still revolving around a firm reality or if it had stopped its revolution to merge into a psychedelic ocean of delusions.
Frankie was not exactly the type of girl who is naturally shy, she never allows herself to be in a weak position and she never ever feels like she looses control. However, for once in her life, the brake is released and there is no coming back. She believed the only woman who made her heart fail and her mind go crazy was Cat, but she now realizes with strong surprise that there are now two women who have this power. As Alma Carter slowly steps backward to let Frankie in, she whispers with a very soft voice « Come in, please ». As the words go with the flow, Frankie felt like she was about to die but, stepping forward, she shook her head and thought : « You can’t let go. You can’t let go. Don’t be a school girl, don’t be a kid. ».

Frankie and Alma were sitting in a very classic living room, very furnished – maybe too much – but very cosy at the same time. The sofa was made of brown leather and as Frankie sat on it facing her mother, she felt her arms shaking. Stressing out was a natural feeling in that situation, and Frankie realised how difficult the situation was, all in all.

It’s… It’s so nice to finally meet you. Did you find the house easily? . Alma asked with the same exact soft voice.
Yeah, it was quite simple actually. Frankie replied staring at her feet resting on a cream white carpet.
I’m sorry about everything that’s happened, I really couldn’t… I mean, I never meant to give up on you. And, I didn’t. I just never could… Never would have been able to get any closer to you. He was always there trying to prevent the most unsignificant encounter we could have had. If you knew how much…
Yeah. It’s okay. The past is the past, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Frankie said nervously, interrupting her mother as tears were coming into her eyes.
Would you like something to drink? I can make some tea. But I have cherry coke, water… Beer maybe? I don’t really know what’s best to serve to your own daughter! Questionned Alma with a shy smile, seemingly embarassed.
Tea would be great, thanks. Answered Frankie with a reassuring smile, joining her hands under her chin.
Alright. I’m just gonna prepare it, then.