Miranda sits forward and wonders…

What the hell do I say?

Doreen shares a smile then frowns

“So? You’re Lorraine’s daughter.”

Miranda groans.

“No worries. That’s more of a litmus test.”

“Litmus test?”

“Gossip for currency is a real thing. Just testing if you agree cuz we all kinds here in Magic City. And since I’m a trauma informed certificated counselor… I like to check.”

“Trauma Informed? Does that mean you and trauma are what? I’ve never heard that before.”

“I’m aware that words can be violence. That means that I’m very conscious of my every word choice.”

“Must be exhausting.”

“You have no idea.”

“I thought that I was the one here for therapy?”

“Well, see…. Magic City is its own culture that one needs to navigate with their eyes and ears open. That’s really just folks using you to mirror their own shit.”

“Mirror their own shit like as in get mad at you when they should be mad at themselves?”

“Finally! Someone who understands!!”

“Well, you already know that Lori is my mom.”

“And if I told you my mom? You’d know her too. But enough about our mom’s. Why did you come today?”

“I should?”

“Good at any place to start.”

“Not really. But after being homeless light before I left Billings?”

As always: Have a glamorous day for fun!!

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