
The good family has lots of hatred and lots of love. But, pitifully, not in a balanced way. Christmas had come and gone and they still were out of F. Land. Lucy was resigned. Rupert was sad.
Once or twice she was lucky and could hide in the garden to whisper dark secrets and sad questions to a lonely flower. Lucy hoped Rupert would listen to another lonely flower in his newly rented garden on the border of F. Land. Lucy told the flower terrible tales about families who practiced excess. She wondered about the true nature of family. How, sometimes, it seemed they needed to hurt themselves only to prove they still cared about each other. To prove it still mattered. Someone said once, no-one with a family can really be free.
Lucy missed Rupert. A few miles away, a lonely flower seduced Rupert with its fragance.
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