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[victoria_stay]

[So, after this weekend, Victoria went to her room and used up all of her crayons and probably broke a few dozen colored pencils to color a picture on the wall. It's in view now. It's of a very, very smiley man holding boxes and a woman and child with expressionless faces staring up at a house surrounded by trees. Victoria's adding finishing touches to one of the trees and she knows the camera is on, but she doesn't look at it directly.

Instead, she's busy frowning at what she's drawing.]

My parents died when I was three. Carla and Mr Fletcher aren't my mom and dad. That was a curse.


[And she wasn't impressed, City.

That being said, though, she has a question.]

Carla, can we still draw?

[She kind of liked that. A lot.]

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[dignity_misery]

[Well. At least that spares Carla having to bluntly state I Am Not Nor Do I Want To Be Your Mother. The other question causes her a modicum of discomfort though. She had been enthused about helping her 'daughter' decorate the attic. It's not such a terrible prospect.]

We can.

[Although she's not going to offer any insight into whether or not she would enjoy it.]

[victoria_stay]

Okay.

[That's as close to thank you as she'll get right now.]

Was that really your house or was it part of the curse?

[dignity_misery]

...some of my things are missing. I think they're at the house.

[Is that an answer? Carla is hedging.]

[victoria_stay]

[That's an answer.]

I'm missing paints.

[But that's all she left behind.]

[dignity_misery]

You can visit that house, whenever you want to.

[Easy for Carla to say because the house doesn't really belong to her. Although it has Rory and Carla on its title now.]

[victoria_stay]

We're going after lunch.