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2.56 — A Burning Rage

November 1, 2015

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For days, Allie fumed.  Her anger was almost palpable, the air was so heavy with the weight of it.  She slammed through the movements of each day, every task taking on new significance, every breath filled with frustration and annoyance as she played and replayed the conversation with Maria over and over again in her mind.

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How dare she?  Maria, what did she know anyway?  Everything would be fine.  Just fine.  She would have a girl, a girl who would be heir.  The line would not stop with her.

A water glass nearly shattered as she filled it with water.

Besides, I’m so close to a breakthrough now.  They don’t know, how close I am.  There is something there, in that house in Blackwater, and it’s connected to us, to the Curse.  Somehow.

The bathroom door swung opened with the force of a hurricane.

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The fruit bowl slid to the edge of the table, very close to sliding off on to the floor, as Allie grabbed a kiwi.

I don’t have anyone to share these things with, you know?  Mom won’t have it.  Red is no help, and Maria – for all her opinions – doesn’t want anymore to do with the Curse.  And why should she?  She’d given nearly her whole life to it.  But it didn’t give her the right to tell anyone else what to do with theirs. 

The phone buzzed with extra energy as Allie walked through the kitchen.

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If Miss Emmy were here, she would know what to do. She always knew what to do to work a problem out, but now…now there’s just me.

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Allie reached for the cappuccino machine and jumped back as sparks of electricity popped and sizzled.

Didn’t they understand? Didn’t any of them understand? How impossible this all seemed?

“We do understand, Allie,” came a small soft voice from the corner.

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Allie spun around to see her mother standing there, holding Aniello. “Did I say that out loud?” she said. “I didn’t think I was talking out loud.”

“I’m a witch too, you know,” Bianca said. “Maybe I don’t use it much, and certainly I’m not as powerful as you, but it’s still a part of me, and I never forget, not for a single day, what a burden I put on you when you were chosen as heir.”

Allie felt the swelling of emotion deep in her chest first. Try as she did to choke it back, the rush of feeling bubbled up her throat and she felt the warm prick of tears in the corner of her eyes. “There’s just so much to do, Mom. I don’t know how to do it all. And Maria acts as if I don’t know that Aniello can’t be heir. I do know. I think of it every day.”

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Bianca set Aniello down on the floor and smiled as he crawled off to play with a cat. “Allie, dear Allie. You’re so brave and strong. But it’s time to let us help you.  You don’t have to do this alone, you know.”

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As Bianca embraced Allie in a warm hug, Allie realized her mother was right. And she knew just what she needed to do.

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