“I already have a mommy. You.”
“Yes,” she said gently. “I would still be your mommy. And so would Evey. You and Debbie would have two mommies.”
“Oh.” Rebecca nodded. “That's okay, then.” She turned away and went back to looking at one of her new books.
“Mary?” She tried to keep her voice quiet and undemanding.
*****
“Evey, I-”
Her voice choked off, fear rising up around her like a cloud, as a hated voice she thought she had left behind forever roared from outside the apartment door.
“Mary Durham, you motherless f*****g w***e! Open this door right now, or I swear in holy Jesus' name you will be sorry you were ever born!”
Oh God oh God oh God he's here.
She looked around the small living room. Herself, dressed in jeans and a sinfully tight blouse, worn to attract Evey. The children,
