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@ -176,7 +176,7 @@ Whenever Motes would visit Michelle/Sasha, or she would visit Le Rêve, their ne
After all, some secret part of her reasoned, even little skunks need a grandma, though this was a term she never spoke aloud.
Their relationship was as friends, as companions or comrades. They shared a childhood together. They had the same parents and teachers. They remembered so many of the same things from youth. They remembered so many of the same people. They remembered Miss Willard together, red paint ground into corduroy.
Their relationship was as friends, as companions or comrades. They shared a childhood together. They remembered so many of the same things from youth. They remembered so many of the same people. They had the same parents and teachers. They remembered Miss Willard together, red paint ground into corduroy.
Their relationship was as friends, and as Motes grew into who she became, the ways in which this presented shifted to accommodate such.
@ -188,7 +188,7 @@ Michelle/Sasha very rarely wore claw or nail polish, thanks to the shifting of h
They would talk of the small things and, when all claws or nails had been colored pink or blue or ever-shifting waves of green, they would roll onto their backs and pick out shapes in the clouds and Michelle/Sasha would tell Motes all of the things she would have done with her kids, had she had any. Flower crowns: a must. Story time: most definitely. Sleepovers and pillow-forts: a thousand times yes.
All of these and more Motes provided for her in spades as chances, opportunities.
All of these and more Motes provided for her in spades as chances, occasions, opportunities.
Motes would explain all of the ways she would get in trouble — lying? Check. Punching a boy for calling her stinky? Check. Drawing on the walls? Check, in bold-face and italics — and for each one of them, Sasha/Michelle would counter with the most poetic of punishments: when Motes lied, she would make her live within a cone of silence for a whole day, so that no untruths could be heard. When Motes punched a boy for calling her stinky, Michelle/Sasha would take her with when she went shopping for perfumes and make her smell each and every one of them. When Motes drew on the walls, why, all other projects would need to be put on hold and she would simply have to keep going until every inch of the room was covered with the most beautiful art she had ever seen.