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"Where did you get the pasta?" Chelsea asked.

"Made it myself. A hobby of mine, and one of the few kitchen tricks I taught Justin how to do. He's gotten rather proud of his homemade pasta, and it's doing great business at his restaurant, but I'll stack mine up against his any day. Try a little." She proffered a triangle that Chelsea bit immediately.

"Oh my goodness, this is fantastic. You must teach me how to do make that."

Prudence smiled wanly. "Of course, my dear. You're so kind." A moment's tossing of the pan and a quick mix of the salad found dinner on the table. Both women relished it with the fruity red wine and had seconds of everything. After the meal, they quickly washed up, stowed the leftovers and retired to the living room with glasses of port.

"This is wonderful, Prudy. One of the best meals I've ever had. How do you find time to do it?"

"Well, I hate what's on television and seldom go to movies, so I do little things around the house. I sew, I knit, I cook, and I make some clothes. My mother taught me all the domestic arts in hopes I'd make a good wife and mother someday, and they've been a great consolation as I stand on the edge of Senior Citizenhood."

Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Nonsense, you're a kind and caring woman, and that kind of people are always relevant. I lost my mother when I was two years old, and I would like to think that she would have been a lot like you."

Prudence smiled. "Well, that's nice of you to say, but I really would like to be more than your mother."

Chelsea leaned over and kissed Prudence full on the lips for several moments, parting with short kisses. "That can be arranged. Tell me more about yourself: I've heard Justin and Justine's story at length, but I never heard yours."

"Not much to tell, really." Prudence took another sip of port. "At least, not much that was good. Growing up was a horror. My father was in International Law, and he spent twenty five years in Washington at the embassy. That's where my brother Armand, me and my sister Clarissa were born. My mother was a genteel woman, delicately schooled in the domestic arts, subservient, never caused a fuss. My father was had a terrible temper and treated his family like dirt. My brother was a god: he could do nothing wrong, and he got away with everything. My little sister was a shrew, and the most like my father in the family. I was most like my mother and I got most of the blame for whatever when wrong. When I was thirteen years old, my father started abusing me twice a week with my mother's permission, beating me as well as invading my body. I was devastated by that, and my sister always took out her anger on me as well, making me feel so inadequate that I accepted my fate quietly. It got worse when I was fifteen and started to find myself attracted to other girls in school; most of them ran from me, but Hilary was the first to love me for who I am. My parents found out, and punished me severely, my father screaming that he would make me fit to be wife and started screwing me three times a week. My sister took the opportunity to tease me subtly in public, and torture me sexually at night in our room alone.

"I got out of there as soon as I could after I graduated from high school. I went as far as I could for college, out to Berkeley in California, where I first felt that I fit into a group. Being bilingual was a big advantage in library work, and I loved the stillness of the stacks, as well as the chance to help people learn something. My sister followed me there two years later: I loved my little sister dearly and my parents asked me to look after her. We roomed together, and she made my life a wreck during the week, while running away weekends for wild parties. Such secrets I had to keep from my parents: Clarissa loved both women and men, making them serve her needs like a mother hen. She married Franklin D'Enfer because he was a promising young man with lots of money, and he was her favorite man in bed at the time.

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