Choking On Sapphires

52 Pale Blue Eyes

You're in your office, sitting cross-legged in your big leather chair, the flowers of suitors covering every previously empty surface of the room, all their letters piled into a box on the coffee table, all except for Alfie's.
"More letters and messages," Claire says, throwing all but one envelope into the box, putting a stack of messages in her handwriting on the end of your desk, and tapping the last envelope in her hand. "One more from your father." she raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Let's see what the stupid bastard wants to try to do now. Perhaps chuck me out of my own house this time?" you scoff and rolls your eyes, the letter opener ripping the paper and thumping as you toss it back on the desk. You clear your throat as you unfold the parchment. "Genevieve, I have seen your work in the Jewish community of London and calling yourself as such. I am gravely disappointed in your decision of that area of study." you let out an awkward laugh "He's upset I'm doing charity work. How rich." you smirk, "Unlike him." you snark. "It has been your mothers wish to see you in heaven after she dies and knowing now that she will not has brought her great distress." you move your eyes to Claire. "Oh fucking please." you groan. "I only ever wanted the best for you, a husband and children to make you a proper lady and wife and mother. I see now you have become the opposite and are happy to destroy yourself and us in the process. No daughter of mine would be childless and unmarried by your age." you look back up at Claire as you rub your temple. "I see mother has gotten him to soften but he's decided to attack something else now. Because all I am is a baby maker. Clearly." your eyes widen before you sigh and return them to the paper. "If you decide to see sense and choose this path for yourself, we may discuss you being associated with us again, as it is what a woman should want for herself and her family. It is a shame to know I have raised such a selfish daughter who would deprive her mother and father of the grandchildren and son in law they deserve after working so hard to raise her well." you set the paper down on the desk. "Is he too daft to realize the children would be Jewish as well if I had them? Daft prick." you huff out a laugh.

"What a crock of shite." Claire says, taking the letter into her hands. "No threats though, which is a nice for a change." she shrugs.

"Let's write one back this time shall we?" you say cheerfully, a pen already in your hand and raised in preparation.

"Oh yes, most certainly." Claire says, sitting down in the chair in front of your desk.

"George. You cut me off from my family. I wish that would include you as well. You can't try to control me and banish me, it doesn't work that way. I also find your aversion to my charity work highly curious as you say you follow Jesus Christ's teachings, but I do not find it surprising as the only thing you've ever given anyone is hell. You will leave my mother out of this as you have never and will never speak for her. I loathe the fact that you try to use her against me and lie about her wants, but this as well, does not surprise me in the least as all you are is a self-serving, manipulative snake who isn't worthy of anyone's time. You are the selfish one who did absolutely no raising of me. All you were was a sperm donor and your involvement in my life began and ended with that. You have plenty of other grandchildren and in-laws to try to force your evil opinions onto. I will identify as and do as I please now. My decisions have nothing to do with you any longer, as I don't find you a subject valuable enough to waste my time on to think about. I have better things to do, as you've seen I'm a very busy woman. What I choose to do with my time and body are absolutely no concern to you. I'm living my life for myself, by myself and I urge you to do the same. You will not contact me or anyone I associate with further as my decisions are final. And I ask you to keep my name out of your mouth as I keep yours out of my existence entirely. Your daughter, Genevieve Channah Lafitte." you smile smugly at the paper, setting the pen down dramatically.