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"Demeter, you ok? You have been acting strange for the last few weeks?"
Demeter gave Bombaluria a shy smile. "I'm fine. There has been just something on my mind lately." Bombaluria jumped down from the rusted the car. "Are you pregnant?" "I'm not pregnant and if I was Munkustrap would have told every cat in London by now."
Bombaluria laughed. "You got a point there. Besides is London ready to have little versions of him running around?"
"Thanks for the cheering up Bombaluria," said Demeter as she started to walk off. Bombaluria quickly caught up with her and hugged her. "You know I didn't mean it like that. Now tell me what's wrong with you. It will make you feel better." Demeter rolled her eyes. "It will make me leave you alone if you tell me," Bombaluria added.
Demeter sighed. "Fine I'll tell you but you better not tell a soul, especially not Tugger. He can't keep a secret to save his life." Bombaluria nodded. "I promise I won't tell anyone. Now what's been bothering you?" Demeter sat down; she whipped her face and took a deep breath. "A few weeks ago I got word that an old friend of mine had passed away. We hadn't seen each other in awhile so I was heartbroken when I found out the news."
"I see. And what's this got to do with you?" asked Bombaluria. She was growing more and more interested by the minute. "She had…done me a big favor years ago and before she died, she decided it was time the truth came out so to speak."
Bombaluria raised an eyebrow. "What truth, Demeter?" Demeter bit her lip and said nothing. For awhile there was nothing but silents in the junkyard until Bombaluria couldn't take it anymore. "What truth, Demeter?" Bombaluria repeated. Demeter looked up. There were tears in her eyes. "She decided to tell my daughter who her real mother was."
Bombaluria looked at her in shock. "Daughter? You don't have a daughter Demeter." Demeter shook her head. "I do have a daughter; I haven't seen her since the day I gave birth to her. I was so young at the time and I did what I thought was best for her at the time." She buried her face in her hands and cried. Bombaluria wrapped her arms around her. "Its ok, Demeter. It's ok. Everything will be fine." Demeter shook her head again. "No it won't! Bombaluria…my daughter wants to meet me."
"And what's so wrong with that? It seems normal to me for a daughter to want to meet her real mother." Demeter pushed Bombaluria away. "It's not ok with me!" She started to walk away only to fall and breakdown crying again. "What's so wrong about it Demeter? All she wants is to see you face to face."
"I'm not sure if I want to see her; I'm not sure if I even wanted her back then. I don't know anything about her and I haven't given her anything except for her name. She shouldn't want to meet a mother who has had nothing to do with her as she was growing up."
"You gave me my name. Isn't that reason enough to want to meet my mother?"
Demeter and Bombaluria turned and gasped.