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The By-Blows.... of the Tribe...

Leggings opened the door to Kitty, around six o'clock, when all the world had turned dark, and let her in.
"Almost Christmas," I told Kitty, as I shut the door behind her. The cold stuck into my fingers sharp as knife. "How goes it with you?"
Kitty paused on her way to the lounge. "Not good," she admitted pale faced, "That's kinda why I'm here."
I nodded, I knew that the crowd of bullies hadn't given up. "About the estate again?"
"Yeah, now the regular bullies are claiming that they're family again. Only they look like my first ex-husband's - and since I wasn't around when that happened... I feel I'm not going to be responsible for his by-blows... And if they are not, then what possible right have they got? I sometimes feel I'm in Clive Barker, he must have known us all... I have the carpet still. He asked if he could write about me... Long ago, before he went off on his own..."
"Amazing you know one of my favourite authors..." I replied, half jealous. "I wish I'd known him."
"I was with the first husband back then. I made this carpet. The mindreaders must have been about back then. Listening. They heard me laughingly claim to someone on the phone one day that I was weaving our lives into the woven fabric."
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"Apparently they've been talking to someone about the estate I should have had, if they hadn't got involved. They feel they have a right to take it from me and my four children - not to mention the grandchildren and great grandchildren... They feel they are better than us. Thieves the lot of them. They feel the fact of their existance should embarriss me so much that I'll let them have it all..."

"Do you feel that way?"
"No - I just feel so angry. I'd like to meet this person they've been dealing with and give him a piece of my mind. He's as much a thief as they are..."
"Is it true - about the estate?"
"I think it must be... and one of them must be here. Unless it's in Grandfather's will, in which case it belongs to the Q..."
"Do you think his will might be found?"
"I don't know... I've tried all the usual routes. I ought to get a lawyer to find it, only at the moment I can't find the cash to pay for one."
"Yes they've cut away all the help from the poor. It's a purge. A disgrace to this country."
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"Have they said anything else?"
"Some of them tried to get at me while I was shopping. I did my best to ignore them. One of them was the awful secret agent! She hasn't made a public appearance for ages. Some guy in the store was trying to deal with it. I left him to it. Perhaps a manager or something."
"Mental! I wish I hadn't got involved at the start. Phyliss and I got drawn in due to our attendance at the club. I'm sorry. I had no idea so much was involved. Are there other wills involved?"
"I have no idea. I heard them saying that because my foster father had made a strange will, they had managed to get into the other will. I have no idea if that's true... I was never allowed to see his will. And there is a family somewhere who are pretending to be my foster parents children. "
"I don't know how to advise you. Let's have a cuppa." I was feeling shell shocked, she was pale enough and I could see the tears forming. This whole thing had been actively going on day and night for her for about 7 years! When was it going to stop? I know that some of them are from the churches, and that they are the worst devil worshippers ever.
"There's been another thing - if I'm not interested in marrying, then someone else is. and then they expect to be a lady. I think I'm one of them anyway. He's her's in any case. A hill to climb perhaps."
"LOL! Leave them to it, stange person...."
"into BDSM - the weird folk."

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Over a cuppa she told me quietly, "Some of the villages don't feel the same way, they feel I should have been given it all back as soon as I came into the village."
"Well that's good of them. What is it exactly?"
"Some of the houses I think. I recall being on the horse with Grandfather, riding down the hill to the mill."
"Do they ever ask you to do anything?"
"Just to give up. I will never give up. I think the whole thing is a terrible scam. Whoever did this to me, I'd like to see them come to justice."
I poured her a another cuppa, "Yes, let them decide it in court. Otherwise you will never have peace."
"Like my adoptive parents, all they want is to make me evil, and make me lose my temper. It's dreadful. I'm not usually an angry person, and I learnt to keep my temper years ago. We grow up, we lose our dreadful childish habits. I can't say I pick my nose anymore either..."
That was it, I couldn't keep my face straight... "I'm sorry," I blurted out, and began to laugh.

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About a movie later, I asked her, "Did you have a bad temper?"
"I arrived at the Ee's with that reputation, I'm not sure I deserved it. I do remember losing my temper about twice, each time I suffered such a bad headache, that I had to go to bed for days to get over it."
"Not worth it then."
"No, I wonder now, if, before the head injuries and before that, before the first fall, were my parents bad? Grandfather said they were weak and foolish, he didn't say bad, and my father wasn't bad at all. We'd gone out for the day, the day they came for him. They wouldn't take my word for the fact that we'd been out that day... I said he was innocent in the court. No-one listened. No-one ever listens... They said I could only vouch for him on that day."
"How old were you then?"
"Its so muddled. Words - through water and pain.. Time does not alter things.. Is this a true memory? I'm not sure. I don't even remember my real name properly, since Grandtather told me to forget utterly because of the mindreaders who came from over there... I think sometimes my foster mother's friends had a lot to hide. I think they may have hid between refugees after the war... I have so many memories, and I don't know which ones are really mine. Do you think they brainwashed me?"

"Did you ever see this relative again? Conditioning? To hide you under? I have no idea... How strange though."

"No, I was just passed endlessly around. I was taken away from foster parents because I never grew... They thought they were bad parents... only some of them weren't. I just couldn't grow. I wonder now, if Robert the Bruce my distant ancester had some gene for slow growth... and if I have it too. Or that we have bodies that function slower - in some ancient way - and that has the same effect..."
"That's fascinating."
"I'm sorry I'm dumping on you."
"No problem. I'll keep it to myself if you like."
"Please. Is there a way of shutting the mindreaders out?"
"I've never found one. Perhaps never showing them your x abilities helps."
"Yes, perhaps so."
"Hey I look better than you do... for my age."
"I must be in a distorted stage... Can I stay over night. I can't bear to go home to hear more of the same."

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"Have you considered," I began cautiously, before I retired for the night and left her on the sofa with a spare quilt.
"What?" she said.
"That they are trying to get you to remember so that they can claim it under your real name, or that they are trying to make out that you're wicked to keep something that they've already pickpocketed some time ago... I mean there are strange rumours about you being wed to some local characters - not that you are.... "
"Yeh, I hear I have a bad repo for sleeping around, etc, only I don't usually sleep with anyone - I've never been a bed hopper... Oh dear - I'm no prude either. I wish I knew the culprit, I'd have compensation. Actually I believe that who I am is easily provable. Which is why they want to prove me to be evil. Only they are..."
"Undoubtably. Try and stop worrying... See you in the morning."
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