if she pinches herself one more time, it’s going to leave a bruise. yet marilyn cannot fully convince herself this is not all a dream; she’s speaking to her aunt. her flesh and blood ... in the past two weeks, she’s met more relatives than -- well, the first twenty years of her life. her demeanor on winter’s couch is ... stiff, rigid. unsure of her place in her aunt’s home, but she wouldn’t give up being here for the world.
with a slow nod, marilyn replies, “yes ... i -- i found my mom for the first time a few weeks ago, and she told me,” the other details of the meeting with elsie jones are left out; winter does not need to hear her sob story.
feelfear / CONTINUED!











