(The kisses do admittedly take her by surprise for a moment. She never expected to feel Lucretia's lips on hers ever again: she'd made her choice, she'd given her up. Yet here they are again, being given a second chance. Warmth floods through her veins, a reminder of what everything they once had.
But of course, it hasn't been so long for Lucretia. She hasn't had time for resignation to set in. To her, the hurt is all fresh and new and burning.)
My poor darling.
(Beverly kisses her forehead and lets her hands come to rest on her waist.)
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But of course, it hasn't been so long for Lucretia. She hasn't had time for resignation to set in. To her, the hurt is all fresh and new and burning.)
My poor darling.
(Beverly kisses her forehead and lets her hands come to rest on her waist.)
I don't think there's going to be a next time.