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A Hand

Flimsy as her short, satiny robe was, Claire was glad she had grabbed it before her shower. Dee's mother was waiting to use the bathroom when she opened the door, and a towel, or (shudder) nothing would have felt even less adequate. She had not been known for her modesty at their old place. But this was not their old place.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Beck." Squeaked Claire. "If i'd have known you were waiting..."

"Ellen, Claire. Best get used to calling me Ellen." The older woman gave a genuine smile. "And it's fine. Just some touch ups and a pit stop before work." She was, indeed already dressed in her scrubs. "I knew there would be some adjustments to make and planned accordingly."

Adjustments. Right. "Still, if I'm in your way, don't be afraid to pound on the door."

'Ellen' smirked. "You have met my daughter, right? Remember; *she takes after *me. If I'm unhappy, you'll be made aware."

"That is only a little terrifying."

"I know current circumstances aren't the best, but you are welcome here. Both of you." Ellen smiled again. "We'll be tripping over each other until we get a rhythm down, but we'll work it out."

"Yeah. Yeah we will." said Claire, resisting the ridiculous urge to flee from this gentle woman down the hall to the room she and Dee were sharing. Her girlfriend's childhood room. In the same house as her mother. "I know I'm a little stand-offish. I don't mean to be but..."

"New place. New roommate." Ellen smirked again. "Living with you ...

... significant other's mother..."

"Yes. That." Claire grinned weakly. "It's a little awkward, but I do appreciate you making room for me. Us."

"Well I'm not going to turn away my own daughter. And the two of you are a package deal now so..."Ellen slipped into the bathroom. "We'll work on it." She added closing the door.

Claire felt her body relax. 'Ellen' was a delightful human being. They'd gotten along right from the start; so different from her own mother. But that was when they had their own place. Money had been tight, but they made enough to get by. Everything had been just shy of heaven until their troll of a landlady discovered that they were 'living in sin' in her building. Multiple layers of sin, turned out, and they were evicted. It had happened so fast, it couldn't have been legal, but they didn't even know how to fight it.

So with few options, Dee had called her mother. Claire's own family had a much bigger house, but were much less decent people. They might have let Claire come back (might) but Dee would have been out of the question. And the bad housing market combine with the time table had severely limited finding a new place. Even with more time, they'd been scraping to make the rent on their old place some months.

Claire made it back to her room and closed the door. She didn't get dressed right away, but she didn't shed her robe either. Adjustments. The room was empty anyway. Dee had gotten up early to work on something. She'd been furious at the 'troll ...