Ocean Water
Part Ten
By Missy

SERIES: Ocean Water
PART: ten of ??
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: R (For language, adult themes)
PAIRING(s): L/L

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CATEGORY: L/L; Drama
CANNON/SPOILERS: Alternate post-HTNYT cannon
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne's been keeping a secret for the past twenty years.
NOTES: Another one of those weird pieces that come out of nowhere...

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Laverne's eyes turned hollow, but she said nothing. Robert's mother, however, could not stem the process of her grief.

"He was never a popular child...or a talkative child. Very quiet. Sort of sullen." Laverne listened numbly. "He lived until he was sixteen. We never...told him he was adopted, but he had guessed. We told him on his sixteenth birthday, after an awful argument...the next morning we found him hanging here."

Laverne sank down upon the bed.

"I should leave you alone. You need to grieve."

Laverne said nothing, her expression blank as she held a pillow to her chest.

"Vernie?" Lenny asked quietly.

"It ain't my fault." She said softly. "It's no one's fault. He...just wasn't meant to be."

Lenny hugged her. "Maybe he was. I can't tell ya, Vernie. No one can."

She rested against his shoulder. "I'm so tired, Len. I want to see Leah. I want to go home."

He held her, but, too exhausted to cry, she hung limply in his arms.

***

Laverne sat down at a dingy brown table in a stark black supper club. The man onstage was swarthy, drunken, and too familiar.

Surprise flickered through his gaze; she realized that she shouldn't have let Lenny leave her alone with the man. His boyish smile contrasted his tired feet shuffled over to her, and in a ruhmmy voice he said.

"Hey, Laverne."

Her voice was far more dignified. "Hello. Carmine."

***

But Lenny returned to an empty hotel room. A daughter who had dissapeared.

And a note telling him she had run away.



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