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Chapter 2

"Mom?"

Jude awoke, tangled in Tommy's arms. Her vision was fogged, and her head was pounding slightly. Just how many beers did she consume last night anyway? Ouch.

"Mom!"

Jude sat up, and vaguely saw her dark-haired daughter in the doorway, frowning. She was still in her yellow dressing gown, hair in giant rollers.

"Dana, what the hell are you doing? Whats the time, and why cant you stay in your own room?"

"Its seven-fifty-two," retorted Dana. "I'm searching for my English assignment, and I was asking if you'd seen it."

"The one on your fondest memories?" asked Jude, rubbing her sore head gently, and scratching an itch on her heel. "On the table, by the fruit bowl."

"Mom, that was due in two weeks ago, and so it was in. I'm on about the report about my weirdest dreams. How many beers did you consume last night, anyway?" Dana walked in, prised Tom's sleepy hands off Jude, and started picking at her mom's pyjamas. "Hello? Ever heard of a washing machine?"

Jude swatted Dana away. "When are they gonna give you normal assignments?" she asked, sitting up, and putting her hair into a ponytail. "Why not just a report about your dad, or something?"

"Last month," Dana reminded Jude. "You know, when I didnt have one? When I could walk into my mom's room and it was all PG13 stuff going on?"

"Right," said Jude. "But now we got Tom, you're not gonna scare him off, are you? Just incase you get another report you can't write."

Dana shook her head in frustration and wandered off. Moms. When they're in love, they're hopeless. She was never gonna find her homework now, and she still had hair to finish.

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"Have you paid the bills this week?" asked Jude, fishing an orange from the fruit basket as she came in from her shift at the corner shop.

"No," replied Tom, pouring a mug of coffee. "You did, remember? Yesterday morning, when we were surfing the net together."

"Oh," said Jude, sucking a segment of her orange. "OK."

"Don't you remember?" asked Tommy cautiously, coming over to his love and placing an arm round her waist.

"Of course," snapped Jude,and she pushed Tom away, floucing off to her room, silently questioning her sanity.

"Babe," murmured Tom, and he handed Jude a cup of coffee as he sat beside her. "Dont worry. You probably were just tired. I know I am this morning."

Jude plucked at her guitar fiercely. "What if I'm just going mad? This hasnt ben the first time I've forgotten something." She put her guitar down and stroked the blue wall of her bedroom. "Why dont we move? Make a new start? I'm fed up of Idaho. What about Hawaii, you like Hawaii? Or what about New York, I love New York."

Tommy placed a hand on Jude's shoulder. "Babe," he said. "You tried that last month. Its not gonna work. Have you hurt your head, or something? Do you feel OK?"

Jude frowned in disgust. "Are you trying to suggest I'm going crazy? How can you say you love me, when you're doubting me?"

Tom looked concernedly at her. "Babe, even you were questioning yourself. What's going on?"

Jude shoved her face into her pillow.

"I dont know!" she cried. "I dont know, Tom. Help me, Tom, I'm scared."