Charley

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Charley silently cleaned up the dishes. It was nearly two in the morning, and she was a little tipsy. She'd indulged in too many glasses of wine. With the house in order, she was just about ready for bed. Turning off the kitchen light, she stopped at an up-to-date picture of her mother hanging in the hallway. It hurt to look at her face, to not hear her voice any longer. She couldn't even find the words to ask her father how it all had happened. She really didn't need to hear the details, and she didn't want to put her father through the ordeal again. She just hoped her mother hadn't suffered.

Opening the bathroom door, the scent of her mother hit her nose. She picked up her perfume bottle, spraying her chest lightly, a smile showing on her face.

Charley washed her face, trailing her fingers across her skin, staring at herself carefully in the mirror. The running water was the only sound in the whole house.

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