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Scott and Leslie continue the fun the next morning.

I chose the rather smallish maroon, velvet chair beside the red couch and near the door. It looked like a short cup with a notch cut out, and it wasn't as comfortable as the large chair beside Kitten's looked to be, but I wasn't complaining.

"I'm only asking for some civility for the sake of this meeting, Kitten. You remember our talk?"

"Yes, Auntie," she tightly replied.

Across a small, round end table, Mum smiled at me as sympathetically as she could while Sheila smirked outright, probably thinking of how stupid I was. Considering an earlier epiphany of sorts, I again had to agree with her. I should have known that, of all people, Kitten wasn't the type of person who'd be able to handle being cut off from her roots very well.

The last occupant of the room, Lynette, occupied a chair to Ashleigh's right. With an unusually blank expression of passive content, she rose and crossed the room to close the door, the luscious blonde smiling politely at all of us, but without her usual zest. As she asked us if we required anything, I noted that Mum and Sheila also caught the difference in her as they placed their orders, but Ashleigh only asked for a cognac as she shuffled papers and larger documents on her desk.

I gave in and ordered a triple whiskey with water because of the Jedi Kitten staring at me. Now more uncomfortable than trembly, I watched her peripherally and saw Marie in her to such an extent that I wondered how I could ever trust the little freak in any case. As at other times when I'd see our grandmother in her, I found it more than just a little disturbing.

After what seemed like an eternity, we were all served and Aunt Ashleigh cleared her throat, looking around the room at us all. Thankfully, this silent, slightly dramatic beginning was enough to get Kitten's angry glare off of me, and I tried to get comfortable as the erotically suited woman began speaking.

"I'd like to start by apologizing to Kathleen and Sheila. I certainly didn't mean to offend when I told about my experiences with our mother during our last family meeting, but I should have been more considerate of your very different experiences with her, and I'm sorry for my callousness."

Both Mum and Sheila were quite surprised, but they nodded their heads in acceptance of the offering, Sheila only after Mum did, I'd noted.

"I'll try to watch that from here on. Actually, I owe all of you an apology in one way or another, but I hope you'll all understand why and how certain things had to be done, such as my investigators. In any case," she added with a guilty little grin, I'd hoped to offer up apologies where appropriate as I went."

She looked down at her desktop as though surveying the disorganized looking mess there. Her grin faded and, in a thoughtful, almost distracted tone, she changed the subject, speaking for several seconds to the desk before looking up.

"I've tried to arrange everything I'd like to discuss tonight into some sort of coherent presentation, but it's really not that simple. Of course, I'm talking about us, or if it makes it easier for the sake of conversational referral... Sera."

Somewhat dramatically, she left it there for some moments, again looking down at the top of her desk while the rest of us, except the vacant Lynette, were already hooked on her words.

"'Sera' is how Grammie Sammy's mother referred to us, or the part of us that is... other than us. All of us in this room share her to one degree or another, or I could say, in one form or another. Kitten is the last of us to be introduced to Sera, and I'd like to tell you all right here and now that I in no way preferred the method by which that had to be done, but there was little other choice. Timing is so often like that. Nevertheless, I do apologize, sweetie pie."

Kitten seemed a little surprised at this as well, but accepted in the same silent manner as our mothers had, possibly only so that Ashleigh could go on.

"As for the rest of us, we've had our questions for a while now, some of us longer than others, but none of us

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