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Mothers

As Cherie got closer to the tree, she started to hear more of what Basil was saying. Once close enough, she hid behind the tree so he wouldn't she was listening in on him.

"I'm fine, mom." Basil started to tap his fingers on his knee. "So you'll be home in two days, do you want to do anything that day?" Cherie's eyes widened. Basil's mom was coming home in two day? Cherie couldn't understand why Basil had not told her. "You don't? Why not? You'll be starting at your new theatre an hour after getting home? You're kidding. You're not kidding." Cherie could just imagine Basil rolling her eyes. If it were her mom, Cherie would roll her eyes too. "So, will you still be designing costumes? You will and you will also be designing sets… Wow!" That was a lot. "Weapons too?" Correction. That was a lot. "So basically you're going to be designing everything? I am impressed." That was impressive. "No, mom, that doesn't mean I'm not impressed with your work. I'm impressed with both your work and dad's I just find the art of the written word more impressive than the visual arts. No, no, that's not what I mean! No, not my Shakespeare!" Mom!" Basil turned off his phone and looked up to the branches. "She's taking away my Shakespeare for a week. Terrific."

Cherie came around the tree and sat down next to Basil. "So, your mom will be home in two days."

"How long have you been there?"

"Long enough." Cherie put the ring Basil had given her on her finger and took his hand. "Why's she coming home? Was she…"

"No, she wasn't fired." Basil gripped Cherie's hand. "She's being transferred to a theatre here in Toronto… It's down by Centerville."

"Centerville?"

"Centerville Amusement Park, it's on Center Island. It's a children's amusement park with a 1900 turn of the century theme. I remember being little and going there with my family, all of us, grandparents, cousins… Not even sure if it's still operating this late in the year… Might take you down there so we can go on the Ferris wheel."

Kissing him, Cherie wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so sorry about that spat, I've just been reading 'The Three Musketeers' and was worried you might have a Lady de Winter, my brave D'Artagnan."

"There have been other girls since I've gotten together with you Cherie but there is something weird about them."

"What?"

"They look like you."