Jailbird

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Jen sat down on the hard, metal stool and smiled at the sight of her mother. She grabbed the phone, brought it to her bedazzled ear, and said, "Hi, Mummy. How are you? Are you doing okay?"

Her mother pressed her aging hand to the thick plastic between them. Jen places her own on top. After these past years, she still hasn't forgotten what her mother's touch feels like.

"I'm doing fine, Jennie. How's school? Have things gotten better since we last spoke?"

"Oh, you know," Jen said happily but nervously, "there's always a new problem popping up when you're my age."

"How about Sean? Have things been solved between the two of you?"

Jen's smile faded. "I-I don't think Sean and I are going to get back together, Mom. We just weren't meant to be, I guess."

"Not with that attitude," Jacqueline said. "You and Sean are meant for each other. Bridges and Donovans are meant to be together."

"You say that, Mom, but he's moved on and—and so have I. I'm focusing on school now. I just want to get good grades and be with my friends."

Jacqueline sighed. "You know what they say, if it was meant to be, it will be. You let the bird free, but it will find it's way back to you eventually."

"You're looking good," Jen said, changing the subject. "I think not wearing makeup for all this time has really helped your skin. You look like you're glowing."

"Well, it'd be one good thing out this, wouldn't it? That and the fact that I've finally been able to grow out my natural color."

As Jacqueline played with her hair, Jen grabbed her leg under the table. Her nails dug into her perfect skin hard enough to draw blood.

"Yeah, it looks great. You look great, Mom."

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