July 5thElla’s point of viewMy Mom wasn’t at her home in the woods, so I headed straight for my Dad’s place at the base.As mates, it may seem odd they don’t live together. But my Mom couldn’t stand the cramped, stuffy apartment and constant surveillance Dad was sentenced to. So she utilised her freedom to come and go as she pleased, and whenever the two-hob oven, musty air and lack of natural light got too much, she retreated to her other home in the woods.I knocked on the door of my Dad’s apartment, and a few seconds later, he answered with a beaming smile on his face.“Hey, Dad. It’s lovely to see you, but no offense, I need to talk to Mom.”“None taken,” he said, stepping aside.“Mom, hi,” I said, sitting next to her on the sofa, “I need to talk to you about Max.”“Maximus Megestanis...” Dad grumbled, “N
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