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Grace and Maisey were watching the couple as well, crouched behind the sofa with their matching looks of violence as they considered that fact this woman always upset Angel before she left. They did not like her at all. Maisey wondered if she could get a hammer and smash the woman's pointed toes shoes. Witches wear pointy toed shoes ya know. That movie said so. They don't have toes so smashing the toes in would prove this woman is a witch. Right?

"I don't wanna be a mama" Grace whispered, cutting into Maisey's fantasy of Witch Killing "Do you Moo-Moo?"

"I don't think so. It's kinda hard work and its messy too. Our baby sister is nice but…I do Not want to do one of HER nappies … erghhhhh… even Taddy got grossed out."

"Does it matter that we are all different?" Grace was now sitting back with her feet on the wall and her head resting back on the sofa's back as she looked over at her sister.

"Huh?" Maisey settled back with her, her knees brought up to her chest as she was a big girl now "Well … you mean different ages? Or sizes?"

"Colours"

"Did you think to ask Ton like I did when I was little? I am 10 now, a grown-up nearly. You are only 8 so … I get that you might not know yet but I knew by 8" Maisey looked at her like she was nuts and then said softly "Are Grandy's flowers all the same colour?"

She looked surprised at the question and shrugged, then admitted "No."

"Right. It takes different flowers all together to make a bunch look pretty. A wedding bouquet, it has flowers that mean something. Like… something of remembrance or love or it was the favourite flower of someone that is deaded. All different but together they make the one thing. We are all different flowers in Grandy's garden and he holds up all tight in his hands" Maisey mimed squeezing or throttling it "We are all needed to make it special and pretty. See? If we all looked the same he might not love us so much. I think … I think we are all made like this so we could fit together. We belong here, all of us together… tight… to make this family."

"I am glad you are my sister" Grace leaned against her "even if we fight sometimes. And that milk thing… man. That was kinda epic."

"You know… I might have died if I didn't come here. I might not have even been me. Can you imagine? Me? Not being me? Sort of boggles the brain bits, right? What if you hadn't come here… if you have just a mama and a dada and lived in a little boring house with a pert kitty and maybe a friend up the lane you visited at the weekend to listen to music … erghhhh." Maisey hugged Grace to her "I love you Gracey and we can always be tight. Besties for life. Sisters. I was not sure about another one but she is so small, we will both get to be big sisters to her and one day… one day she might ask you the same question about us all being our own selves. Be careful to answer right."

"I will Moo-moo" Grace assured her as she snuggled into her chest for the cuddle "I will tell her …Moo-Moo told me …. Moo-Moo sez."