Beneath a Moonless Sky

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   Rosemary Marie Clairee blamed her parents for everything. She blamed her father for her growing deformity on her back, making her look whipped. She blamed her mother for the death of Jamie, who if she had noticed earlier could've been treated. She blamed them both for her God-awful name, and worst of all, she blamed them for her lack of adventure, and romance.
   When it came time for singing lessons, she always preferred her kinder father. When her mother taught, she'd always say, "I remember when your father would make me sing for him. So just be glad I'm not as hard on you as he was." Which Rose always found ironic because her father was very gentle with her.
   Marie was walking down from her mother's old dressing room into their underground home. Her father had summoned her, saying she had to return immediately.
She got down to the lake, and stepped onto the small rowing platform of the boat, and headed toward her pacing mother. "Mother? Are you well?" she asked, docking the small boat. Her mother smiled thinly, and spoke quietly, almost in a whisper. "Just fine dear. I've not seen your father this excited in a long while, and it makes me anxious." She giggled at her mother, and walked over to where her father was emerging, and striding toward his shaking wife.
"Father, mother thinks you're plotting something rather wicked! I think her ghostly complexion to be most enjoyable." She often spoke so proper with her father. He started doing it to make fun of the Vicomte de Chagny, and she caught on. She was a first class daddy's girl.
"Quite so my dear girl. I too find my wife's trembling body, and writhing hands to be most amusing." The pair laughed together as Lizzy simply sent them a mock glare. "My husband, clearly the love of my life, siding with my daughter once more. Oh how I wish someone were to love me most!" she said crying out in a pitiful voice, pretending to swoon like a damsel in distress. She had played this act often, and the whole routine became a well oiled machine in their family.
Erik ran to his wife, and held her while Rose tugged at her mother's skirt, saying how she would always be her favourite singer. Then they'd laugh, and get down to business.
"So why did we need to meet father?" "Well, in so glad someone cared enough to ask...." he said shooting his wife a mock sneer, while she simply scoffed, followed by some near-silent snickering.
"In 3 months time, we will be moving!" Lizzy gasped, and Rose simply stood, mouth gaping. "Where papa? Oh how I've always wanted to see the towers of London, or the cities of America! Maybe the deserts of Africa, or the beaches of Mexico!"
Her father laughed at his starry-eyed girl, and grinned. "We will be moving to Madingley, England! It's right beside Cambridge, so you can study there, and they are much calmer about deformities such as mine and yours there that we shall be treated as equals."
   Rose squealed and Lizzy sighed, relieved. Rose ran to her bedroom to start packing, and Lizzy walked up to Erik and said, "I love you, you crazy murderer."