What is a home?

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Sunday morning
L'Heure Vert, Carnival Diabolique, September 20th.


Went to see Mama this mornin'. Didn't go too bad. She cussed me out for not coming by sooner. An I pointed out that if she didn't yell at me so much I might come round more often. Cy was so happy to see me that he practically climbed up the leg of my shiny zippy pants trying to hug me. He's getting tall. Abby smiled and asked if I did my hair that colour for them. I didn't even think of that. Green=Absinthe, the signature drink of L'Heure Vert....

So yeah, not so bad for a visit to my family. Starting to feel a bit of a stranger here though. All the stuff happening without me. and no one thinks to come tell me. i'd liked to be told 'bout Management's message. An bout the new girl in the grindhouse. an all the other bits of news. I might hafta go see them to find out if they mind me leaving the Carnival an settin' up shop in town. Should think so as there ain't never been a contract specificly 'bout what I did. I was Sadie's apprentice an before that Mama's chief assistent with the bar. But there ain't been nothin' bout  ME.

finally I said I gotta get goin' as there was picnic bein held to help bring town an Carnival together. An there's a guest list for it an I'm on it. After the shock wore off Mama was all smiles an offers of drink to take with me. Was disappointed that the request was for no alcohol type stuff but she an Abby made me a big pitcher a green tinted lemonade an loaned me a stack a glasses to go with.

The memory keeps me smiling all the way back to town an the picnic.

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