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    Life: Altered 03.16 ~*~ Memory Fades

    Story written on November 28, 2005 by Janet Marie.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=57934
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    Bette wallows (with an appearance by BluJewel) – No one understands how Tina and Bette went wrong – Shane reacts oddly to the news – Marina and Jenny go home and talk – Quin and her mother spend some time together – Alice gets home to a romantic surprise – Bette calls Cassandra and she to gets a surprise

                “Her name is Alison Peterson or something to that effect.”  She said, smiling to herself, and her mother
    nodded.  The ankh reflected the rising
    sun, and her mother stared at it.  Eternal
    life, she studied her youngest child, the one that never should have been.  The child that she’d almost not had because
    her father had died before she’d been born.

                “Oh, wonderful, of the
    Pasadena Peterson?”  Her mother asked,
    and Quin chuckled, her mother finding the sound almost alien to her.  Quin didn’t answer; instead, she took another
    sip of the bottle of wine.  “What?”  She asked and Quin shook her head, watching
    her mother drink the mango juice concoction from the flask.

                “That smells utterly
    disgusting.”  Quin said in a sickly
    voice, and her mother barked a ***** laugh.

                “I asked you what?  You cannot change the subject darling.  Is she of the Pasadena Peterson?  They are old money Harlequin, but are so
    snotty.  I cannot imagine you on a date
    with a Pasadena Peterson.”  Her mother
    put in, and Quin sat up, she pulled her hair tie from her hair and let it
    cascade down over her shoulders.  She
    rubbed her eyes, thinking her mother always had to look at money, at status.  It was why her sister was in a loveless
    marriage.

                “Mother, she’s just a girl.  She’s not from money, she doesn’t even know
    I’m from money, and I like it that way.  I
    would like for her to get to know me, for me. 
    Not for how much money I have in the bank, or rather how much YOU have
    in the bank.”  Quin admitted, and she was
    coming to terms with the fact that Alice     liked her for her, and no other reason
    beyond the fact that she was a blonde, green eyed, (sometimes) *****.  How refreshing, away from     New York    , where she was known in every street
    corner.  She’d finally pulled away from
    her name, and she was enjoying life, for the first time since she’d been away
    at boarding school.

                “Really?  Keeping secrets already?  Not a good way to start a relationship
    darling.”  Her mother chided, and Quin
    set her jaw.

                “Who said anything about a
    relationship?  It’s one date mother.”  Quin shot back, feeling her palms get sweat,
    knees weak, and arms heavy.  She bit back
    the sensation, ***** she really did like this woman, didn’t she?

                “I did.  It’s high time you brought home a lovely
    woman too meet your mother.  Your sister
    and her wife…”  Her mother began and
    Quin shot back.

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    3. I agree with Ira about Bette not having the right to be as upset as she is. Usually I mainly want to see what’s happening with Alice, but now I want to see just how Bette is going to handle the situation.

    4. OK, I’m slow on the uptake! I’ve just put this story into the context of your other story – and whow, it’s awesome. Am completely addicted – but have to get on with a report – where are the hours in the day! Definitely not liking this Bette and have never liked Candace!

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