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Post by Emma Frost on Jun 20, 2007 21:23:52 GMT -4
Mister fuzzy is NOT REAL!!!
Emma wanted to scream. But instead…
“Okay, sweetie.”
Maybe this way, playing this mind game, she could gain Callie’s trust. Maybe then the girl would believe her when her mother told her the truth. Mr. Fuzzy was just a displacement of her feelings toward her discriminatory parents.
“Shall we head out, now?”
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Post by Callie on Jun 20, 2007 21:28:47 GMT -4
Callie nodded happily "'kay." she agreed, already starting for the door.
She felt much more at ease with her mother now that she'd finally accepted Mister Fuzzy, or rather had seemed to.
She was wary, a little, with a strange sort of cynicism that suggested maybe she was just pretending, but Callie didn't think about that, no, she would trust her mummy.
Her mummy loved her, and that involved Mister Fuzzy, so mummy accepted him, that was all there was to it. It must be.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jun 20, 2007 21:37:25 GMT -4
Mummy was aware that her child’s grip on reality was lax. She loved her all the same… but honestly.
With Callie’s hand in her’s, Emma took smooth, flowing steps out of the room and down the hall. She wasn’t sure exactly what Henry would think of this development, the bravery of the child’s constant insistence, but she prayed to God that it would right itself.
It had gotten worse since he’d started separating himself from them. Much worse.
Callie talked to him more. The obscure thing in her drawings. She missed her father figure. Emma gritted her teeth, imagining what she would do to her husband if he couldn’t find time for his daughter soon.
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Post by Callie on Jun 20, 2007 21:56:18 GMT -4
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