The First Age

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Jacinda had read the posts. Hunt here. Hunt there. Bored. Ten had been a mother hen. And yeah, Jaci loved it. So weird too. Ten was not her mom. Not even a bit.

The age difference was kinda big. In the opposite direction.

But she cared. Bout broke her heart. It had been so long. No one was like Ten. And Ten was was her sister. Almost (Shut up.) For some reason that bothered her a bit. 

Katy was coming here. Jaci never let herself be a girl. Mostly. Never girlie, anyway. But she already was smiling. For this.....how could she not? Katy was in her 60s. And she had be been there for Jaci. No one knew. No one. She had saved her.

Jaci bought two tickets. No biggie if it was unused. It'd be nice. But not necessary. Katy had been her freedom. Represented anyway. The beginnint. And Jaci wasn't gonna miss it.

She hoped Ten would go. But even if not...well, she would.