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[taratemima]

Dear mother of friend,

Fortunately, she is laughing at your reply to her Mother's Day e-mail, not sobbing like she once did. So, I'm getting angry at her behalf. Want to know why?

When a friend's mother dies, I would expect a mixture of
disappointment, sympathy and maybe some awareness of your mortality and how little time you and child have spent together. Maybe that is what you felt, but I just saw
arrogance, sarcasm and contempt for her choices. Maybe her 'ambition' is to be independent and heal the damage you two-faced hypocrites inflicted on her. Ad hominien, but I am not trying to convince you.

All I know is that it made me appreciate my mother. Whatever guilt trip she would lay on me for not calling her, she would at least send her condolences to the friend.

I know you believe in an hell, but I don't. I wish, though, you could reflect on just how shallow your spirituality is if that is your response to people your offspring brought into her life. People who like her, who want her happy, who are sincere in their feelings and who won't leave her when
she makes a mistake, no matter how often you try to convince her otherwise.

I may be strange, socially inept pervert with an anger management problem and a closet full of family trauma unsure of her connection to the divine, but I do care for her.

I doubt you'll listen to me if I rebuke you, so I just put this out in my journal and have it commented by friends. You can speak with the tongue of angels, but if you don't have love, well, I bet you know the verse by heart.

You and your daughter in my prayers, anyway.

Maybe next (life)time, ma'am,
Tara

I have no idea how to do a jailbreak. I wonder if I established that they are being transported already? Anyway, I think I will have them dressed in worksman clothes (Danny, Aliva, Jules and Johann) and sneak behind a truck transporting Bartek and Christine. They put a gun to the drivers' heads and release the two. Just then, familiar black jeeps roll in and the seven start running and shooting. They streak to two different safehouses. From
behind the truck, from alleyways into dinner crowds, escaping on bike on off-road paths. Thing is, the only places I can think of hiding are alleyways and against buildings. Maybe sneak into back doors. Did they have fire
escapes in 1943 Paris?

I am bored, I want to sleep, I don't want to do roleplaying but my character is integral to the plot, the GM sez.

My street usually has drivers gunning it to Brook Rd, despite the fact it's a residental street. It is amazing how slow people drive when there is a big board telling you how fast you are going.