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    The Gathering 01.37 – How Do We Deal? Pt 1 – Ordinary Day

    Story written on December 18, 2005 by Janet Marie.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=58387
    Author Notes:

    Death, Love, Lust, Longing, Loss… who is the one in the casket you ask?

     

                “Quit deluding
    yourself, you love her.  She’s this *****
    out of your league *****, and you love her.” 
    SamShane was to
    femme for her.     rolled her eyes; leave
    it to Jayden to remind her that

     

                “Oh and you?”  Attacked Sam
    with a bit of attitude, running a hand through her hair.

     

                “When she gets better,
    I’ll start talking.”  Jayden sighed
    suddenly grabbing     Sam and hugging
    her.  “I knew you loved C.J.,
    C.J. knew you loved her.”

     

                “Now I have to
    convince     Shane.”  Sam sighed,
    looking down at her dirty clothes and dust covered arms.

     

                “She knows already,
    that’s why she’s so pissed off that you won’t say it.  Us femme types like to hear it
    sometimes.”  Confessed Jayden with a
    laugh and     Sam shook her head.

     

                “***** you.”  Sam
    grunted heading towards the door.

     

                “Not on your
    life.”  Jayden shot back.

     

    *****

     

                Alice
    rolled Dana over to the open grave and Dana
    spit in the grave.

     

                “You took everything I
    love away from me     Francesca
    Wolff    .” 
    Alice
    pushed her away, hearing Dana crying
    softly. 

     

                “Was this really
    necessary?”  Asked     Dana‘s
    mother roughly.

     

                “You want her to have
    some closure and to move on?”  Asked
    Jayden, who was only a foot behind her.

     

                “Yes.”

     

                “Then let her get angry,
    that leads to her getting over it, and her getting better and walking
    again.”      Dana‘s
    mother said nothing, she just sighed softly.

     

                “Sorry I’m late.”  Shane
    jogged over to Sam, who kissed her quickly.

     

                “I was bringing Jenny
    some new reading material, and we started talking…”

     

                “You were
    avoiding.”      Sam
    grunted and Tina smiled still having trouble
    remembering, there were things she couldn’t remember and things she could.  Huge gaps in her memory remained, but it was
    slowly getting better.

     

                “***** you.”  Shane
    said putting an arm around Sam‘s shoulder.

     

                “Did that already.”  Sam
    shot back.  “I love you Shane
    but you are a ***** maniac.”  Shane
    said nothing she just looked down at Sam, how
    naturally that had come from Sam‘s lips.

     

                “I have a hot woman.”  Shane
    shot back.  Sam
    snorted and they all walked away from Francesca‘s grave, dead
    and buried where she belonged.

     

     

    Between Me & You

    JG Marie

     

    I see hate in you’re eyes Yet known to you
    I’m not
    Judgment seeps from your soul
    Banishing me from your site
    Even when I stand in your plain view

    Is it the color of my skin?
    The church I attend?
    The friends I keep?
    Or the person I love?

    Nothing I say
    Would change your closed mind
    Nothing I do
    Will change your perception of me

    Everything you say
    Cuts me to the bone
    Everything you do
    Leaves a blemish on my soul

    Between me and you
    Who has the power to change
    Between you and me
    Who has the power over the other

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    Comments

    1. Phew I was just thinking these women are like family it would kill them if one of them died. Thank God its the Wolffe!!!(I know this sounds bad, but you know what I mean)

    2. My god J, you got me all worked up just to find out fucking francesca is the dead one. I got give it to you girl, you’ve got major dramatatic talents. I really love that, but I’m really happy that you let my beloved Shane live. And now it’s up to Sam to tell her that one “big” word. I hope the rest of the gang is going to be ok. I feel really sorry for Dana, must be horrific as an athlete to have this kind of injury.

    4. Jenny had me going. Thought you killed her off. Don’t know if the funeral was Sam’s first time telling Shane that she loved her but enjoyed how she just said it so casually as if those words came out her mouth everyday – priceless.

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