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Well, mayhap should get it cleaned up.

I would if I could put my finger on what it was.

Keen sense of smell'd come in handy there, ma'am.

I am sure, except that it is not a...literal rotting.

Oh, well now, thass a whole 'nother kettle of worms then, ma'am.

Advise you t'start killin' folk until it goes away.

Oh no. Dear me, no. I don't think it will come to that.

Would cause quite the mess.

An' rot won't in its own right?

I don't know, but perhaps it could be stopped without the need to...well, kill anyone.

So tasteless, killing.

~~I dunno I find it kinda tasty~~

Well, I guess some folk have got sensitive stomachs.

I suppose that might be true.

What, Maman? *She is beginning to think her mother is never leaving*

*Maman isn't leaving until she's made sure everyone is going to be alright. She's hardly convinced.*

Something is wrong. Can't you feel it? Oh I don't know why I bother, you never did want to listen to me.

That's not true. I often listened to you. And Papa always said my being headstrong was one of my best qualities.

Your father panders about, catering to the whims of others. Is your headstrong nature helping this family stay in one piece?

I'm doing the best I can, Maman. The boys know they can come to Pat and I with anything.

Do they? I wonder. I remember my own children not feeling the same way.

I'm a bit different than you. Our life is a bit different.

Was I not good enough to bring your problems to?

No. It wasn't that at all. It...

*she gets up, starting to make tea* I never wanted to bother you. You and Papa had so much going on.

...What makes you think your sons would want to bother you?

Because they're not bother me. They never bother me.

Nor did you bother your father and I. Your sons are too much like you, Amarente.

I hope so.