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    Spencer Carlin: The great Pretender?

    “It probably does make her think of him, but it’s not your fault. You know that…if you’re worried…try to avoid asking her things about her dad.”

    I wish he was home maybe he could keep Christine in check. He’s got to be a better parent than her! I said with a flood of negative emotions mainly sadness and anger towards that bitch.

    “In the mean time, make sure Ashley knows she’s always welcome here even if she’s not welcome anywhere else.” Dad said sincerely.

    I could tell he didn’t want me to get sad again, but he didn’t just say that to make me happy. He wouldn’t do that. He wanted to let me know that Ash could come here when she wanted/needed to because; he knew I needed to know that she’d be ok. Still, for him to offer not knowing how bad the situation is or isn’t…I mean…Isn’t my Dad Great?!

    End of Spencer’s P.O.V. Now In the Present Time

    “You feel any better sense we started talking, Spence?” Mrs. Carlin asks hopefully yet concerned.

    “A little…I guess.” Spencer replies with a half smile, not knowing for sure what she feels, but she liked the talk she had with her parents especially, learning that it is almost definitely Ashley’s Dad who sings the song she’s always humming, and that the reason why is because she misses her Dad; not that she’s trying to keep anything from Spencer.

    “Good…Well, I better start dinner your brothers will be home soon.” Arthur says getting up from the table and heading to the kitchen.

    “Where’re they at?” Spencer asks Paula.

    “Clay’s at Chelsea’s and Glen had basketball practice after school. Since he’s not back yet, I bet he’s at the park perfecting his jump shot. You know how anal he can be.

    Spencer’s Inner Monologue

    “Mom thinks Glen’s a fan of anal too? Does she know something’ I don’t? ”

    End of Inner Monologue

    Spencer smirks as she holds back laughter. Paula catches on.

    “I meant anal-retentive.” She insists trying to correct her daughter’s juvenile thinking.

    “I know Mom, I’m gay and he’s my brother, I wouldn’t care if he was in to the other kind of anal anyway…he’ll probably always be an ass, but he’s my brother.”

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