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    Life: Altered 03.55

     

                There were other women there, a
    blonde who was crying, and another darker blonde with longer hair hanging in
    the back.  The two sort of looked alike,
    family?  Her family?  She didn’t know, she couldn’t tell.  A few others that she didn’t quite feel up to
    the task of putting faces to descriptions. 
    She cocked her head to the left, studying the room with a fresh eye.

               

                “Harlequin you scared us to no ends.  What happened?  How did you get out of the plane?  Were you even on the plane?”  Peggy yelled and the woman held up her hand, the right
    one.  The two blondes, the light short
    haired one and the long haired darker one both let out gasps.  Quin looked at the hand quizzically and
    Peggy
    stepped forward.

     

                “Ms. Peabody?” 
    Sam Vance
    came barging in, she was pulling off
    bloody gloves, and she saw the look of sheer terror on Quin’s face.  “Could we talk outside?” 
    Alice
    stood; staring at Quin, there was no recognition
    in her eyes at all.

     

                “No. 
    My daughter…”

     

                “I’m your daughter?  My name is Harlequin?  Really?” 
    Quin asked in totally surprise and
    Peggy
    finally understood what the scruffy man
    had been talking about.  Quin had
    amnesia.  She didn’t know who they were,
    a bunch of insane women running into a room to confront her, as if she’d done
    something wrong.  *****. 
    Peggy
    thought.

                           

                “Oh my god.”  Peggy said, her hand flying to her mouth, shaking hard as
    Quin looked away, the longhaired blonde stepped up,
    Alice
    not letting go of her hand.  Daisy looked around the silent room; no one
    was saying a word.  How could they not be saying a word?  Why weren’t they talking?  So she decided to start the ball rolling, and
    in a quiet soothing voice.

     

                “I’m Daisy.  Sort of a friend, um.  This is… Alice… 
    She’s a friend too.  You have a
    lot of friends Quin.  A sister, a niece,
    and a nephew that love you a lot too.” 
    Daisy began and
    Peggy
    just began to back out of the room, Alice moved to be with her, Helena having finally caught up to them.  She pushed through the doors, seeing her
    mother, but not Quin instantly.

     

                “Mother, oh god!”  Helena almost screamed, and Quin figured she
    knew her too.  “Quin….” 
    Helena
    said softly, her English accent throwing
    Quin off for a moment.  A sister had to
    be the sister.  Quin’s mind was reeling,
    putting all the pieces together, none of them fitting together.

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    Comments

    1. Shane…It is worth being late for work, but the thing is………I’ve already read it once! You would think I could control my addiction a little more! LOL

    2. This is like a good book,if you read it once,you can go back and read it again,and still enjoy it a wee bit more. Quin will be even better. Now Alice needs to talk to Cass and Tina.so she can tell Daisey if the will let her thanks bvh

    3. to Pjay, it’s worth being late for work LOL. And yeah, J, I’m still hooked too, no cure for this addiction!!! I hope Quin gets her memory back soon, and god no, don’t let her forget she’s a dyke, for Al’s sake!

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