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"you didnae say you were happy, heda," mireille chastised with a wry look. "i wanted you to challenge my assumptions. bah!" rosalyn's laughter now. she calmed and looked more seriously at her companion.
"to ask me about mot'ers in dey pack." had that been all? she replayed the interaction in her mind. "meerkat — dat be da's wife — asked about me an' my mot'ers." mireille's turn to look more sober, the emerald of her eyes clouding a little.
"so now i have to choose."
this time there were no rocks to toss eloquently into the waves. 
"have you t'ought about it yet, being a mot'er?"