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ALL OF MOE'S LIFE SHE WAS NEVER THE BEST. At anything not even being her mothers daughter. Josephine Serra was never maternal, she cowered at the sight of a skinned knee and snotty nose, quick to anger her fists and palm were used far more than her lips and arms, she was terrible.
The woman hated her own spawn but loved to leech off her anyway. She hadn't paid for culinary school, Moe had been working two jobs and taking out multiple student loans that she was still paying back till this day, even though she never supported her dreams the woman was convinced that Moe owed her an unimaginable sum, one she'd never pay back. But she hadn't heard from her in a while and truth be told no matter how many times the woman abused her Moe was a kicked dog some sick part of her still crawled to her mom to lick her wounds. Like the night Mikey died she'd sat in her foyer knees to her chest and phone to her ear dialing, and dialing just to be met with the same song.
the number you have dialed is out of service. The witch had finally done it, she'd severed the cord that both of them had been dancing around for years, her mother had done it disowned her. for nothing she'd done wrong.
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And now her life was falling apart, ripping away at the seams and even though she tried to hold it together in her hands strands were falling like sand between the cracks of her fingers and there was nothing she could do but watch, the one person she took solace in was dead and others she was supposed to trust were either fed up with her crying or had drifted apart.
"Thanks for finding those payroll records, I know it was uncomfortable." Moe shrugged grabbing her coffee from the counter before following Sugar out into the cold morning air. "Nah don't stress It, It's the least I could do." Natalie bumped her shoulder lovingly an attempt to cheer her up, to her dismay Moe seemed lost behind her eyes like she usually did.
"So how was the therapy thing?" She visibly cringed playing with the plastic top of her coffee. "It was...Ok I just think maybe It's time to stop?" Sugar stopped eyes widened in the way they always did when she angry at the woman.
"God Moe these things are meant to help you, I can't, no matter of fact I wont loose someone else."
"And you wont, but therapy Isn't helping Sugar, I think It might be making worse!" She groaned frustration coating her features. "You can't run forever Moe, sooner rather than later you need to take time to heal." Moe swallowed thickly jaw set as she nodded.
"I thought the familiarity of the Beef would help but you're too big to be huddled in such a small place, maybe It's time." As they rounded the corner the Beef now only a block away she nodded, With only three days left till what she agreed with Carmy she needed to make a choice, maybe she needed to go back to her old life if she could even remember what that entailed.
