03. A New Face
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Melissa sat at her desk reading over the files provided by Miss. Fargo that dealt with her new patient. She was amazed at the amount of information that the liger had managed to get on the kangaroo mouse she had adopted. The young mouse had lived in the foster system for nearly sixteen years before she was adopted by Lilliana Fargo. The story of the short time the two had been together simply amazed her, and the actions and lengths that the adopted mother went through to get this girl out of the system were nearly unbelievable. The mink was also surprised by the liger’s candidness and straightforward approach of telling her what had happened during their time together. The major concern she had was the contradictory personality profiles. The young mouse was recently plucked out a one situation and flung into a completely unfamiliar environment. This major life change seemed to have confused her on what she wants to be and to what she has been.
She stood up from her desk as the small ding from the clock sounded to signal the next opening in her schedule. Uncertain if she was really ready to deal with an extremely complicated case like that of the young kangaroo mouse, Melissa walked to the door to her office and pulled it open. As she stepped into the doorway she looked over the waiting room she shared with two other offices. At one side of the room were several furs waiting quietly, and closer to her half of the waiting room was a moose that sat with her nose buried in a small stack of papers with a pen in her paw as an extremely small mouse looked into her lap pointing and whispering to her as she filled out the papers. Melissa took in a deep breath as she called out the name while watching the strange pair interact.
“Cecily Fargo,” the mink called out into the room, as if not sure who she was looking for.
The small mouse squeaked slightly as she heard her name and looked to the door. She hesitated as the older mink woman stood there in a gray dress suit with a small stack of papers in her paw. She glanced up at her girlfriend before she slipped out of the chair and slowly walked across the room, denim backpack clutched to her chest..
“Hello Cecily, My name is Dr. Fletcher, “The mink said softly as the mouse approached, “Its a pleasure to meet you.” Without even the slightest acknowledgement Cecily walked into the office letting out another squeak as the door was closed behind her.
She stood for a moment as she looked around the room. The sight was that of the common counselor's office. At one side was two chairs and a small couch, at the other was a desk and several shelves of books and a few photos.
“Feel free to look around Ms. Fargo. Make yourself comfortable.” Melissa said as she walked past the mouse. “Most people just walk straight for the couch on their first visit. To tell the truth that’s just a little disappointing.” She watched as Cecily walked to the shelves and started to look at the photos in the small ornamental frames. “Those were taken at our home after we got the last of our horses.”
“Aren't you supposed to ask me questions or something?” Cecily looked over the titles of the books, most of which were study collections and research based.
“Do you want me to ask you questions?” Melissa asked. “What kind of questions do you think I should ask?”
“That,” the mouse replied as she turned around. “The kind of question that has no real answer. Something to try and figure out what I am thinking and what kind of state of mind I am in.”
Melissa sat in one chair that sat and an angle to face both the couch and other chair without being moved. “I understand that this is not the first time you have been to a counselor, and that you might have had some bad experiences with them. I am here to help you, I want to be your friend.”
“No you don’t,” Cecily said as she turned to look at the mink. Something in her demeanor had changed from the time she left the moose’s side to the time the door closed them in together. “Everyone says they want to be your friend, most of them just want to get something from you. All you want to do is get the answers you need to keep me coming back and keep my mother happy in the delusion that I am getting better or something.”
“No, Cecily, I really do want to help you.” Melissa was caught off guard by the comments from the small mouse and her general attitude. It did not match anything she had been told about her. “Can I ask you a question Cecily?”
“That’s why I am here, isn’t it?” Cecily watched her as she walked over and sat on the couch. “To tell you about everything that’s happened to me. All the bad things and the good things so you can write them down and try to figure out why I do what I do?”
“Well,” Melissa thought for a moment, “Yes it is. Can you tell me about the Moose that is with you in the waiting room? I was expecting your mother to come with you.”
“That’s Daisy. She’s my girlfriend. Lilly had to go… take care of some things.”
Melissa took note of the strange pause and forced words in the mouse’s answer. The Liger had not mentioned any relationship that Cecily was in. “How did you meet Daisy?” The mouse sat quietly as she looked blankly at the mink, backpack still clutched to her chest like it held a priceless treasure. “Shutting down on me isn’t going to work young lady. I get to spend the next hour with you whether you talk to me or not. And I am sure that your mother will not be happy if she finds out that she is just paying me to babysit you for an hour.” She shrugged as she added, “Doesn’t really bother me any, I could be doing some other work while you're here.” She stood up and walked over to the desk. “Do you mind?”
As Melissa sat at the desk Cecily pulled her paws up on the couch and wrapped her tail around her. The mink watched as the mouse's eyes darted around the room taking in the details. “Tell me Cecily, are you scared? Do you want me to let your friend … Daisy, come in?”
Quickly and emphatically the mouse nearly shouted, “No!” after a short pause she continued, “I… I don’t need her right now.”
“I understand,” Melissa said, “She is your security blanket, but you want to be strong and show her you can do things without her. Your mother told me about your first day in town and your panic attack. Do you want to talk about that?”
“I… I over reacted that’s all,” Cecily said as her tail twitched beside her.
“Look Cecily, I don’t want you to do or talk about anything you don’t want to. I am here to help you, no matter how long it takes. maybe we should just get to know each other. How does that sound? We can talk about your hobbies. What do you like to do?”
“I… I like music.” Cecily said softly, “And art”
Melissa tapped at the keyboard to her computer as she asked, “What kind of music do you like? I like Country myself.”
“Old country is better than the new country,” the small mouse started talking plainly. “The new country is nothing more than general pop with a few country riffs and sounds in there and a southern drawl to the lyrics. It’s almost insulting to call it country for some of them.”
“Wow, a real connoisseur of the genre,” Melissa said with a smile at the thought of chipping away at the mouse’s defenses. “Who is your favorite artist?”
“I… I don’t have a favorite. I just listen to what sounds good. Most of the older songs are good, even unique until they fell into a rut like everything does. It’s kind of hard to listen to any new bands or singers, especially when so many got there by their name and not talent. Why do people think someone is good just because their dad was good. Then most of them are just singing whatever crap their recording label and agents think will sell. It’s a market of make money, when it should be a labor of love.”
Stunned by the insight the young mouse had on music and the obvious connection for her, Melissa started music playing for a site that streamed songs from a wide variety of artists and genres. She had started with a general search for country simply due to her remarks about the music. She sat for a moment as she watched the mouse's eyes close, blocking out the sights to draw in more sound. “Ring of fire by Johnny Cash, originally recorded March 1963, released in April, from the album ‘I’ll still be there’.” Melissa smiled at the response only to be further surprised as the mouse went on. “It was covered by Eric Burndon in 1969 and again by Alan Jackson in in 2010. The only time it was ever in the top ten was when it was song by Johnny, which was a number 1 hit as the top country single. The number 4 slot in the Dutch charts doesn't really count does it?”
Slightly dumbfounded by the random extent of knowledge on the one song Melissa leaned against the desk and asked, “What is your favorite genre of music?”
“I already told you, I just listen to what sounds good.”
“Okay, How about we just listen to whatever you feel like.” Melissa said as she stood up from the desk. “Go ahead and have a seat and have fun.”
Cecily opened her eyes as the sound of the music faded and looked over at the vacant desk with the mink standing next to the open chair. Slowly she stood up from the couch and walked over to the desk. She looked up at the mink as she sat down. Barely able to reach the top of the desk, Cecily reached for the mouse. The sight almost made Melissa laugh, but she stopped herself before she reached down to raise the seat. “Go ahead and get comfortable, I’ll just sit over here and work on my notes.”
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Daisy sat in the waiting room as she steadily filled out the paperwork for the school registration. It was one of the two tasks that Lilliana had given her before she left town. The other being the appointment for Cecily with Dr. Fletcher. She looked up at the office door her girlfriend had gone through when the soft sound of country music reached her ears. She sat and listened for a moment as she wondered how her father would deal with a patient like Cecily.
In her short time with the mouse, Daisy had learned a few things; the biggest one was the effect that music had on the girl. When she was plugged into her CD player or the satellite radio in the Charger it was almost as if the world and everything that bothered her disappeared. She sat in the waiting room as the music began to shift from one band and genre to another, with the realization that Cecily must be in control of the sound. She smiled as she thought back to the first time she learned the mouse’s little escape from reality. Another was the mouse’s love of drawing, her talent for it was impressive. The mouse would sit for hours creating sketch after sketch, sometimes from memory, others from a photo. The calm that was always evident on the girls face, even as she focused on her work to the exclusion of nearly everything around her caused the moose to chuckle slightly. Though not much longer than the time the two girls had spent together, the time the mouse had spent with Lilliana and the Dark Riders seemed to have had a fairly profound effect on her. From her own interactions with Cecily in their time together she had quickly learned that the mouse was a very tactile person with those she chose to be. As she thought about it now, it had amazed her when she first realized that something as simple as the mouse cuddling against her was nearly like a sedative for the mouse. Daisy giggled softly and shook her head as the thought of herself as a big, furry Prozac popped into her mind. Thinking of her girlfriend always brought thoughts of their relationship to her mind again. Considering how different she herself had been a month ago, and where she was now in her own life because of the mouse gave her pause. It would be hard to think that nearly any couple could have gone through what Sisy and she had in the short time they were together and make it through, even harder to believe that they had. She didn’t try to fool herself, she knew the girl she had fallen in love with had problems, and she never asked or tried to pry into the girls past. But from what Sisy and Lilly had told her she knew the girls life had been hard, yet the moose herm found herself glad to be a part of her life, even as she tried to work through the effects that life had left behind.
After what seemed to be hours the door to the office opened with the mink at the door. Their eyes met as the older woman flexed her finger, silently signaling the moose to come over to her. Daisy suddenly realized that the sound of the music had disappeared as she stood to cross the room. As she approached the moose approached, the mink said in a slightly hushed voice, “Hello. I am going to assume you are Miss Daniels considering that there are only three female names on the list of authorized contacts, and two of them were seen in the news the over the past three weeks.”
“Yes ma’am, if you have a Miss Daniels listed that would be me. What can I do for you?” Daisy asked in an equally hushed tone.
“Please come in,” the mink said as she stepped aside. “I’d like to talk to you about Cecily, and a few concerns I have.” As Daisy walked past her into the room she saw Cecily behind a desk at one side, headphones over her ears, nearly oblivious to what was happening around her. The office itself looked quite similar to Daisy’s fathers, almost to the point of discomfort for the moose. “Please feel free to sit where ever you want,” the mink offered as she closed the door behind them.
The remark made the moose feel as if she was the next patient in her father’s care. The thought of what might have been going through Cecily’s mind when she first came in gave her pause as to what the doctor’s concerns might be. Daisy moved past the couch to the chair that sat in a position to not be in direct sight of the couch but face the opposite chair nicely. Just the thought of the psychiatric couch made her shiver.
“Miss. Daniels, may I call you Daisy?”
“Yes, please,” the moose herm replied nervously.
“Well, Daisy, I am very concerned about Cecily and her current state of mind.” The mink spoke in an even tone as she faced the moose from the opposing chair. “She has displayed four distinct reactions in the time I have been with her. That coupled with the personality profiles she filled out leads me to believe she has some deep seated issue that we will need to work through. I don’t know how much of her past you are apprised of, but without Miss Fargo here I need to find out what I can about Cecily that I can’t seem to get directly from her at this time. Can you tell me how long you have known her?”
“Sisy and I met about a month ago while we were both on vacation,” Daisy replied flatly.
“A month ago? She referred to you as her girlfriend, can you elaborate on your relationship for me?” the mink asked as she jotted down notes.
“Doctor Fletcher, I don’t want to sound rude or defensive, but I think I need to tell you upfront that honestly at this point in my life I don’t care much for your… field, or anyone in it. My father is a child psychologist. And to be totally honest he screwed up my entire family. Because of the relationship I have with Sisy he pretty much can’t stand the sight of me. The feeling is mutual on my part. I and the older of my twin brothers left home to get away from him. So let’s be clear on one point, I grew up with a shrink for a father and I know the mind fuck games. Elaborate my ass, if you want to know something in particular about our relationship just balls up and ask it. I’m not going to sit here and just randomly spout shit for you to fill up a notebook with,” Daisy said in as even of a tone as she could manage.
A slight smile crossed the minks face as the Moose spoke. She calmly waited for her to finish before she responded. “Daisy, I am not really a child psychologist, I am a trauma counselor. I deal primarily with those suffering from PTSD and other traumatic events. My background in psychology is even more diverse than that. I am a criminal psychologist and profiler. I have worked with the state on many cases before I chose to change my concentration to help the victims over the assailants.” She continued to jot notes as she spoke, not looking at the page but the reaction of the moose. “I can see that you have some stuff to deal with yourself, but to be honest with you that is not my concern right now. If you become my patient at any time I will worry about those issues, unless of course those issues are affecting my patient. What I want to know is just how close you are to Cecily or Sisy as you have called her twice now. I need to know if there is anything in her recent past, say the past month that you have known her that might have been traumatic. I want to help her come out of the shell she is currently in. I am sure you have seen her reaction, or retreat to things she has control over. Such as the music she is now listening to, without even noticing you enter the room. She has been through a lot in her short life, but I can’t help her without an idea on how to get through to her. One way I know it to confront events that have happened. Some of the events that I have notes on are in the distant past and might be hard to dredge up. I am looking for your help in helping her.” Her even tone matched that of the moose as they exchanged words.
“Regardless of your ‘specialty’ you're a shrink, and my issues with that I’ll deal with thank you. But I’m here for her,” the moose said jerking her head towards the small mouse. “You want to know about how close we are and the things I know of that have happened to her in the time we’ve been together. Okay, you have more of those notebooks? You may need a few more. Here’s what I know of her before we met, her life was shit, a lot of shit. Enough that she spent, according to what I know, roughly a year drugged out of her head before her adoptive mother Lilly found her. That was about a month before we met on a cruise ship. Honestly we met because I was a different person before I met her and was out cruising for a fuck buddy, plain and simple. We arranged to have lunch and within about five minutes she basically had me rethinking the idea. By the end of that lunch I would have given just about anything to just spend time with her for no other reason than to be with her. As far as traumatic events that I know of holy shit where do I begin?” she said waiting for the mink to speak.
Melissa resisted the urge to delve into the moose herself and rolled back to her concern. “Let’s just start with what might have been the most recent thing, or the most traumatic in your mind. I just need to know more about her so that I can begin to help her.”
“That… yea two different things there for sure,” Daisy said shaking her head slightly. “Most recent would be a panic attack the first day we were in town. When she went off alone to take photographs without telling anyone she was going. I and the rest of her family know she has panic attacks, and reacts badly if she’s cornered so we try really hard to keep an eye on her. But if you want the big guns then I guess that would be when she anal raped my youngest brother.”
Wide eyes at the blunt comment from the moose Melissa repeated the final words back, “She anal raped your younger brother?” She paused for a long moment, considering the situation. “Exactly how old is your younger brother?” The concern in her voice apparent as she asked the question.
“Thirteen years old, both of my twin brothers are,” she replied.
“You are telling me that Cecily Fargo, a malnourished, undersized, female kangaroo mouse, anal raped your thirteen year old moose brother? I have to ask what kind of disabilities he might have, or the situation that brought this about.”
“Well we have a little bit of a problem with that one doctor Fletcher, because answering that question could result in a few people that are not really involved with her in any way ending up with some very big problems. The very people that I have been trying to protect from being mixed up in things that they shouldn’t be because they had no part in any of it,” Daisy said looking the counselor in the eyes. “So unless there is confidentiality between you and me about what I say I’m not sure I can do that.”
“I am sorry, but legally I can only do that with patients,” The doctor said with a slight frown.
The two sat for a moment looking at one another for a moment before they both jumped as a new voice entered the conversation. “I don’t want to talk about that.” They both turned to look at the mouse across the room. The headset now resting on the desk. “I don’t want you to talk to Daisy about that either. If you want to help me you will do it without using others. And I would appreciate it if you follow my wishes when I ask you to not bring someone in. If you go around me like that again, even when you think I am not paying attention, we will be finished. I am here to deal with my panic attacks so that I might be able to function better on my own. and that might have to deal with things that have happened to me, or to others by my paws, but you will have to get that from me, not those close to me. She has nothing to do with what happened. If anything she is one of the main reasons I am even here to see you. I assure you that My mother will hear about this. You may have met her, but that is like meeting me, what you get depends on her mood.” The confidence and pointedness of the mouse’s comments surprised both Daisy and the mink.
“Well Miss Fargo,” Melissa said as she turned to face the mouse from the chair she was in, “I am sorry for doing this, and it is unorthodox to do such things. I am just very concerned about you, and I want to help you, with your panic attacks and other issues you might have.” As she spoke a small buzz sounded from the desk. “And it appears that our time is up. I do not have any other appointments for a few hours and would be willing to let you stay longer to make up for what I have done.”
“No,” Cecily said flatly, “I’m done for today. I’ll see you next week Dr. Fletcher.” With that she stood up from the desk and started to walk to the door. She stopped for a moment before she turned back to the couch and retrieved her back pack. As she looked at Daisy, the moose hung her head slightly as she saw the look of betrayal in the mouse’s eyes before she turned to walk out of the room without another word.
“Fuck,” the moose said softly under her breath. Looking up to the mink she asked, “do you have any idea how much you may have just screwed up here at all? We’re already working through shit that I caused by letting my shit get to me and running, now she feels like I stabbed her in the back. Thanks doc, you’ve been a lot of help.”
Uncertain just how to react Melissa watched the moose nearly run out of her office after the mouse. The display between the two was something unexpected for her. She waited several moments before she stood and walked to the door and looked out at the receptionist. “Be sure that Miss. Fargo’s appointment for next week is set for the same day and time.” She paused before she asked, “How long until my next appointment?”
“Two hours Doctor,” She replied.
“I’ll be going to lunch now. I‘ll be back for my next appointment.” As she turned to get her purse and jacket she thought about what the moose had said as she chased the mouse out of the room. Just how far had she set them back, and what did the moose mean by running? The young mouse was possibly the most complicated case she had found in her paws. The revelation that she may have raped someone else on top of multiple documented rapes and abusive living situations. The thought of an undocumented year of her life on the streets and the comment from the moose of her being dredged out of her mind. Melissa knew that she had several layers of trauma and complications she needed to work through to truly help the girl. But she could at least help with the anxiety and panic attacks within the next visit with medication if needed, or desired.
Daisy drove through the town as she looked at Cecily from the corner of her eye. The mouse sat silently in the passenger seat of the Charger looking out the window as they proceeded back to the large house they now worked on renovating. She turned on the radio with the controls on the steering wheel only to see the mouse blindly reach over and switch it back off at the radio face. The feel of the silence in the car was nearly crushing as the radio had not been turned off when the mouse was with her for nearly two weeks, not from the time that Daisy had shown her the Satellite radio controls and the almost limitless selection of sounds.
“Look Sisy, I fucked up, big time and I know it. But what the fuck is the use of saying I’m sorry? It means nothing to you. You’ve heard it from probably a hundred people and it meant nothing then either. Lilly sent you to that… mink, so she can help you. I don’t know what she thought I could tell her, and I don’t really give a fuck. After the shit I’ve been through with dad you know what I think of shrinks of any kind. I’m not the one to even try to tell you what’s best for you, fuck I don’t even know what’s best for me anymore. The only thing I do know is that I fucked up and I have no idea if I can even fix it this time.” Not having any idea what else to say, or if the mouse was even listening she fell silent again.
After several moments of silence Cecily looked over at the moose. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not your fault she thought she could get something from you. I heard what you said about not wanting to get Ralph and Zoe involved. Its… it’s just that I told her not to bring you in, and the first thing she did when she thought I was distracted was that. I… you know how hard it is for me to trust anyone, and… that is what happens when I do. It’s not your fault and I just needed to think it through. I… I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” She looked over at Daisy as the moose pulled to a stop at a light. “What should I do? I… I’ve never done anything like that before. I don’t know what I am supposed to do. I … I just froze until she started playing the music.”
As the light changed and they continued on their way home Daisy glanced to her girlfriend with a weak smile for a moment. “Well first off, I did kind of deserve that. It was a dick move for me to let the shit with my family get to me again and go all defensive on her. And a bigger dick move to flap my lips about the thing with Paul at all. But I have to ask you trail mix, do you always freeze up with shrinks?”
Cecily looked at her feet as she started to fidget with her tail. “It’s not like I’ve ever been to a real one. Most of the time was some state counselor that dealt with us like an assembly line the faster they can get us in and out the better. All you need to do is know the right answer to the questions they ask. The first few times I was too young to even really know what was going on. After that it’s… I don’t really remember, I guess I would freeze up like that… after a while they just move on to the next one. I don’t really know what to do with someone that I will see over and over again. Its… kind of scary. But I guess everything is kind of scary for me so that doesn’t help much.”
“Yea, kind of a catch twenty-two for sure sweet cheeks,” the moose said with a slight grin on her muzzle. Chuckling softly she said, “guess it’s too bad you can’t ram your paws up her shirt and rub her fur huh?”
Slightly wide eyed, Cecily looked at Daisy. “What? That’s… I couldn’t do that… it’s just weird.” She paused for a moment. “Now if my paws were up your shirt…” She trailed off with a smile on her muzzle.
Daisy’s eyes went wide a moment before she spoke, “Wait a damn minute. Sisy, that’s the only time you’ve ever said anything to me about your past. And that was only after we had been together for a little while. Fuck why the hell didn’t I think of that before?”
“We could show her what we were doing on the couch before Paul showed up… the one in her office was about the same size.” the small mouse smiled as she teased the moose. “Maybe we can even practice a few times before my next visit.”
“You’re a perv my little mousey, but you may be on the right track. Shit I’m an idiot. You opened up to me once we started getting close Sisy. The whole paws in the shirt thing… it’s about feeling safe, about trust. Sweet cheeks, if that’s what it takes for a while then fine. I‘ll do whatever it takes to help you deal with this shit. You know that right?”
Cecily flopped over in the seat, turning so that her feet were against the door and her head rested on the center console, with the seatbelt still in place across her waist. “I know you would, but… I think I need to figure out how to do this without you at my side. it’s not like a job will work your schedule around my crazy appointments. Besides, we might just end up going at it on the couch if the right thing comes up.” She raised her paw over her head and gently ran her fingers along the seam of Daisy’s pants. ”You know how we get sometimes.”
“Yes I do, and I guess you’re right about doing it on your own Sisy. But I got you smiling and laughing again, so don’t be pissed if I count this as a win okay?” the moose said reaching over with one paw, poking a finger between the mouse’s breasts.
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Melissa sat behind the large wooden desk in her home office as she looked over the files she had for the young mouse. She was unsure of how to continue the diagnosis of Cecily. The young kangaroo mouse had issue her a challenge. Whatever she needed she had to get from her patient, and the young mouse was more alert when she was distracted than Melissa had initaly thought. She listened to the recording of the conversation she had with the moose as she wondered just how long Cecily had been listening, and how far she would have let it go if she had given Daisy the promise of confidentiality.
She flicked the digital recorder off as she heard the knob to her office door move. Melissa smiled as she saw Petra looking through the crack in the French door. “You can come on in Pet, I’m almost done for tonight.” She said with a smile as the young mink ran into the room followed closely by her older sister.
Petra climbed up into her mother’s lap as she looked at the papers stacked on the desk. “What are you working on mommy? Is it another bad guy that you need to help put away?”
Melissa wrapped her arms around the black spotted white mink girl. “I told you Pet, I don’t do that anymore. I help good people with problems learn how to deal with them and sometimes get better.”
Petra looked down at the desk as saw a photo of the small kangaroo mouse and pointed at it as she asked, “Is that who you’re helping mommy? What’s wrong with her?”
“She had a lot of people do bad things to her and she is not doing well.” she looked at her daughter as she added, “Now you know I can’t tell you about the people I work with. But she is a sweet girl that loves to draw and loves music.”
“Will she go to my school? I can be her friend,” the young mink said as she turned to look at her mother nearly bouncing with excitement at the thought of a new friend.
“You can’t do that pet,” her older sister told her. “It’s a conflict of interest or something, right mom?”
“No dear,” Melissa corrected. “What you guys do at school and who you know is not a conflict of interest until it comes to me having to deal directly in the matters. Besides, this girl is in high school so you won’t even see her.”
“Wow,” Petra said as she glanced back at the picture, “She must be really smart to be in high school.” She looked back at her mother, “You think I could be that smart some day?”
Melissa smiled as her daughter quickly assumed the same thing she had about the mouse’s age. “I’m sure when you're her age you will be just as smart as she is, even smarter.”
“Well, Dad made pizza and said it was time for you to come eat,” Her older daughter said as she turned to leave the room.
“Arie,”She called to the white mink, “Is that a new dress?”
Arelia turned with a weak smile on her face as she answered, “I made it last night thinking I could wear it to school. But the uniforms came today so I guess I’ll just have to be like everyone else.”
Melissa smiled at her daughter as she said, “No matter what you wear, you will never be like everyone else.” She hugged Petra tight as she continued. “You are both the most special girls in the world, and never let anyone tell you anything different.”
A shout came from through the open door as her husband announced, “It’s ready, and the movie’s about to start.”
With little more coxing Petra squirmed out of the mother's arms and sprinted from the room, grabbing and dragging her older sister as she went. “Come on mommy, the movie is starting.”
Melissa smiled at her daughters as she closed the file on her desk. Her mind still raced with what she was going to need to do to get through to the mouse girl, and the problems she saw in her moose friend. She knew in time she would need to help Daisy if she was going to truly help Cecily heal.