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"Shall I also tell him something about why?" Bella asks.

[You know, there's probably enough in the notebooks to get her for neglect or failure to report or something. I don't think anyone's going to arrest her without your say-so, but if you feel like it...]
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[I don't,] he says. [It's not like she did anything.]

"If you want to," says Judith.
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"Well," Bella says. "I would, but I don't yet know why."

[Up to you.]
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"That makes two of us," she says wryly.

[Yeah, I don't really give a shit. Why, is she being an asshole to you or something?]
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[No.]

"I see."
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"Anyway. Thank you," says Judith. "Goodbye."

[So what is she doing?]
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"Bye." Bella hangs up.

[She doesn't seem to know any better than you do. You could wait ten minutes, delair, and call her, if you're curious.]
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[...yeah,] says Alice. [Yeah. I think I'll do that.]

Judith hangs up the phone, gazes at or possibly through it for a brief moment, and then leaves without a word.
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Charlie slides the phone back into place and silently watches her go.

He decides to call Hilary and let her know what's going on, in case there are repercussions she'll have to deal with.
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Time passes.





About an hour later, Alice brainphones Bella. He sounds deeply, deeply confused and vaguely unsettled.

[My mom is hugging me and I don't know what to do.]
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Bella returns to reading him; she'd stopped to work on some trig, which, even since she pentagoned math, requires a fair amount of working memory to handle. [...Hug her back?] she suggests. [Tell her to back off? Whatever you wanna do.]

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He is standing in the front hall of his house. His mom is in fact hugging him, and is also crying. He feels instinctively suspicious of her motives, but on a conscious level he is pretty sure there's no reason to be. As far as he can tell, she really is just overwhelmed by emotion.

Tentatively, he pats her on the back.
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[What happened?] Bella asks.

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[Uh...]

He called her. She asked if he was all right, if he'd heard the news, if he was going to come home. She sounded somewhere between triumphant and distraught.

He did, in fact, come home.

And then... this happened.

Also, she is no longer wearing her wedding and engagement rings. Alice can't help thinking that is a really good sign.
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[...This is weird,] Bella opines. [She can't claim she didn't know what was going on and this is a sudden burst of sympathy, so I don't know what could be happening in her mind.]

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[She used to hug me and cry like this when I was a kid,] he recalls. [It was kind of a phase. She stopped, though. I don't even know if this is related.]

And needless to say, Judith herself is not a font of useful and coherent information right now.
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[How long ago was that?]

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[She stopped when I was twelve.]

She's winding down a little on the tears now, and smoothing her hand down over his hair repeatedly, although she has to reach up some distance to do it.

It's... okay. Still a little confusing, but okay.
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[Well, you could always try asking her,] Bella says.

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[Yeah. Maybe I will. When she's, you know, talkier.]

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[Right.] Bella has no other input on the subject, but she leaves the read on out of inertia and goes back to designing a hypothetical telekinesis power in all its tiny and important details.

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Eventually, Alice gets his mother to sit down. At the foot of the stairs, but she's sitting.

"Oh, ick," she says with a tremulous smile, "look what I did to your shirt."

"It'll wash," he assures her. "Seriously though, what's up with you?"

She looks down at her unadorned left hand and sniffles again.

"I'm afraid I've been a terrible mother," she says.

"...Yeah, kinda," says Alice. "But hey, you're nowhere near as bad as Dad, so good for you?"

Judith snorts despite herself. "I don't know where you got that sense of humour," she says. "It certainly wasn't from your father."
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[Do either of your parents have senses of humor? Besides, not all traits are inherited,] comments Bella.

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[Mom at least laughs once in a while,] he volunteers.

After a moment's silence, his mother sighs and twists her hands in her lap. "I never knew he was going to be like that," she says helplessly. "And once I found out... it sounds so inadequate, but I didn't know what to do about him."

"And now somebody else did it for ya and you're cutting the bastard loose?" Alice fills in.

She bursts into fresh tears and nods repeatedly.

He hesitates for a moment, and then hugs her.
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Aww. It's like she doesn't even know that not going to the police could put her in jail if anyone involved had a grudge against her.

[What do your and her finances look like, after the divorce is through?] Bella asks.
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