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That was the second time Dani had heard Mrs Bendsfield call her that

"Is that what you thought of my mother? That she bred like a rabbit?"

Mrs Bendsfield snorted "She ht as well have for all the trouble she caused around these parts Your ht in the head Took daet her to see reason one ti over

Dani jerked in reaction "You said that you took a shovel to my ain, her thoughts in the past, and ht’ve helped if I had taken a shovel"

"I don’t believe you"

"My son ain’t your papa You can believe that!"

"Might so, but you know so about my faht to know"

"You got no right except to live your life That’s what all you O’Haras are supposed to do Just live your lives and leave everyone else in your dust, hurting like my Oscar, like…" Her voice trailed off, then she shook her head She snapped back to attention Her hand tightened on the door handle "My Oscar ain’t your papa If he were, I’d rather kill rave afterwards"

"Would it be so terrible? If your son was ?"

She expected anger or hot denial, but the fight seemed to evaporate Her hand slipped fro low She whispered, "Yes Yes, it would, little Dani O’Hara In ways you can’t possibly conceive"

Dani stood still The world hipping around her

Mrs Bendsfield moved to look out the

Dani was transfixed on the lilies and daisies And the dolphins Her ical dolphins and their healing qualities They were the protectors of the ocean They guarded everyone

Her mother talked about the white dolphin that rode atop the white clouds in the sky She said that when it was your ti, that white dolphin would appear and you only had to grasp her fin and she’d pull you hoht home meant their home

It wasn’t what her motherback around and gazed at her, blinking a few tiotten Dani was there

Dani added, "You talk like ood mother"

"Child" Mrs Bendsfield’s eyes were hollow "I don’t care if your ood or not All I know is that the pain wreckedday My Oscar’s gone, and it’s because of your mother"

"What happened? Tell me what happened" She insisted, "Tellme"

"I can’t"

"Why not?"

Mrs Bendsfield looked at her as her white hair slipped out of her bun The strands frah on their own<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>