Like you said, this time of year is difficult, so I wanted a degree of separation. Besides, you and Lucius don’t get along either. Maybe the problem...is on your side.”“How ironic for us both to be cursed. Speaking of which, still no change? When last we spoke, you were excited about a magic amulet that seemed promising.”In response, Cyrilo transformed, but her appearance and voice were far different at night than during the day. “It was a fake. The curse is still active, as you can. However, she needed her mom’s signature, and hoped this wouldn’t be a major drama.She let herself in the front door, and dropped her band uniform and her books in her usual spot. “Mom?” she called out, testing the waters. “Mom, I made a decision…” Shelly looked around and her mom wasn’t in the front room. Shelly knew her mom was off work early on Fridays, and she wasn't the type to go shopping unless her youngest daughter was with her. It was their "me" time, and Shelly looked forward to those. I doubt that hotel felt “clean” enough for a shower.” And he was right; she was too worried about the owner watching her or sneaking in to even get changed in that place. Soon after he stepped out she followed behind and moved to slip into the bathroom.She took a shower hot enough to put fog on the sliding glass doors and a mist of steam into the air of the closed off bathroom. She was slowly working the lather of shampoo to the roots of her hair when the sound of door to the bathroom opening. So they were quite obviously the product of my mothers womb and two different white men. Something my father tried his best not to admit over the years. My father would often be away for work in different states leaving us all behind for weeks at a time. It was during this time that my mother would always have over her white male friends who she would always be a bit too friendly with. She was quite obviously a slut but I had never seen her in the act.It would often be a different white.