Red Queen to Red Queen, “I’m finished.”
Mom calls me in tears. “She makes me move, then leaves in the middle of packing.”
Mom doesn’t know what to do. She never expected my sister to abandon her.
I say that RQ is unpredictable. That she wants convenient proximity, not emotional closeness, that it’s always been this way.
Mom’s flash bang hysterics burst into a gotcha grin. I see it through the wires. She’s pulled me into family hell.
Cheshire Catlike, I disappear to draw maps of Crazy Crisis Wonderland, hoping to find a way out. But, there is no exit.
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Yes, There is no escape for any of the Red Queens. The Cheshire Cat can escape when necessary.