Lemonade

Sugarville, Texas

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a part of Lemonade, by Katharos.

A small town near the Texas coast, Sugarville boasts of a highway about 7,000 people and a school. There is trailer park and a wal mart plus four convenience stores, five bars and several restaurants.

Katharos holds sovereignty over Sugarville, Texas, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Setting

Lemonade occurs in this small town, where secrets cannot always be hidden and the tragedy of one small family draws neighbors and teachers to aid them.

Sugarville, Texas

A small town near the Texas coast, Sugarville boasts of a highway about 7,000 people and a school. There is trailer park and a wal mart plus four convenience stores, five bars and several restaurants.

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Sugarville, Texas is a part of Lemonade.

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Phoebe Eloise Locke [0] Emma's aunt ,
Caroline Renee Cook [0] Single mom and Nick's becoming-less-secret lover.
Samantha Allison Cook [0] Caroline's daughter and (was) Charlotte's best friend until the accident, now she's hiding a secret she doesn't know how much longer she can keep.
Coraline Thompson [0] "I'm so depressed, I wore the same outfit twice this week."
Elizabeth Foxx [0] New Psychologist in town...
Nick [0] The Father (srry I didn't see a last name)
Charlotte [0] The sister
Eleanor Leigh [0] A tall, woman with dark hair and soft green eyes. She was once a lawyer before becoming a stay at home mom.

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It was a haze Emma. A foggy world in which i lived in> I would drift in and an out without noticing much. I heard everything muffled and so distant and when I wasn't crying my chest hurt and I felt like the pain would suck me in and then I would be gone. I pushed everything away and lived only with the the pain of you being gone. It felt like a sick game. I did not build this fantasy world where you still lived. I did not fool myself. I knew you were gone and I relished that knowledge. It hurt me but it was a hurt I could face. everything else was too difficult.
How could I face my broken family, my silent charlie and my destroyed marriage.
My daze was broken though. Your aunt barreled in and dumped me into ice cold water .After she left I sat there for a long while staring at the clear water and watching my mirrored face. I had changed so much.
I kept staring and wondered where my wide bright eyes had gone to. I was hollow and thin. I grasped the edges of the bathtub and pushed myself out. I was so tired and weak that I laid panting on the wet floor. After a few minutes I pushed myself up and was able to get to your bed. I peeled the wet clothes and sat up wide awake.

It was enough. I was a strong woman. I had faced my first husband death and I could face anything else. Three months ago you died, bt we did not.
I covered my nakedness with a blanket and slept. Tomorrow I will get up and tomorrow I will cut and fix and edit everything in my life until everything is better. Tomorrow i will do it. Tomorrow I will live again.

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I nodded to Aunt Phoebe. You would always ask why I got ice cream when I was sad. You'd say, "Are you all better, now?" After I was done, and I would just nod my head, smile and say "yes".
Aunt Phoebe and I always went for ice cream, and if she wasn't there, I'd call her and ask her to come get me, and she would. It used to be what my father and I used to do, and I loved it, and then he passed away. I still keep a little picture of him in locket. The tiny silver one on that delicate chain, with the diamond in the middle. I remember once you asked me if you could wear it to Chloe's pool party, and after I said no, you tattled to mom, who made me give it to you. And then you came home crying, because you thought you lost it, and I got so mad that I screamed. Then, you found it in your sock, which was in your bag. Thank God you didn't wear it in the pool, Emma, because then my one picture of my father would be ruined. I loved my father, and so did mom, and he loved us both, not like your dad. My dad and Aunt Phoebe always got along, they were pretty much exactly the same on the inside, kind and nice, who always seemed to know the right thing to do. I got up, and stood next to Aunt Phoebe.
"The sun'll rise again tomorrow," I said, and squeezed her hand.

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I drove down the block carefully ignoring "the spot". The place where you had been taken away from us. Except I could not completely ignore it. There was still the tire marks when the car had screeched to a halt. I drove on. We went on the highway then down Sugar lane. This town had such sweet names. Alexa and Charlie theorized that a short fat man had named them but you said it had to be a sweet grandma who bakes cookies. I, on the other hand think that whoever it was they must have such a sweet tooth. I stopped in front of the giant ice cream cone building . It had been here since the late eighties and it had been painted too many times. Now it was a sickly green, maybe it was supposed to be pistachio.
The little bell rang when I opened the door and the girl from the counter smiled at us.
She was wearing the uniform hat everybody either wanted to wear or hated because they were wearing it. It was puffy red skirt with suspenders and a white t-shirt with puffy sleeves. She also had high white socks and black shoes. Her hair was in a ponytail with a bunch of red ribbons. On her t-shirt she had "the ice cream cone" written.
When we used to bring you here you would say that when you grew up you wanted to wear it. Your mom would laugh "so you can look like a candy cane?"
To be honest your mom and i had been ice cream girls and back then the uniform had been neon orange and ugh, we had looked weird.
"a cone with sprinkles and two scoops of strawberry ice cream" You and I and also Alexa were the rare type who are born loving strawberry instead of vanilla or chocolate. We are Switzerland in the chocolate/vanilla wars.
I smiled at Charlie "pick whatever you want honey...we can stay here all night"
The girl behind the counted chirped "we close at eleven"

I Could have glared at the girl, but she was just doing her job so i nodded and said "i know, i used to work in this old place, look there we are" A picture of your mom and I plus the other two girls hung in the left wall. We all had pigtails and wore the silly uniform. On the bottom it said "staff of '87"
"wow we were so weird looking..look Charlie you look like your mom..except your hair is red and straigt"

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I wish your uncle had something else other then Beer in his trailer, I spent the night dawning cold on after cold down. All in all it was a pretty manly event, no talking about feelings or anything... after awhile Tommy realized how dull it was, and decided to go out to a strip club. I tillered for awhile wither or not to go. But finely got dragged there.

"Hey Missy!" Tommy yelled to a Gorgeous Blond hired woman, who came over half dressed. I rolled my eyes and walked away knowing he was gonna ditch me anyway. I sat at a table and ordered a drink, a few minutes late a girl comes to me. "Hey babe you look sad... whats the matter?"

"I really don't want to talk about it..." I said. but in a few moments I find myself pouring everything out to her telling her everything. "Oh God I really fucked up... didn't I?"

"No Babe, your wife just doesn't understand you..."

I sighed in a grunt, "here..." I handed her twenty bucks...

"Aww thanks babe..." she smiled and walked away.

"Damn fake pity..."


((IDK))

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I smiled as Aunt Phoebe pointed out my mother and herself in one of the pictures, saying that I looked like my mother. Nobody else had ever made that connection. They had always said that you looked like her, and people had always known I was not the daughter of our mom and your dad. Some people have even asked if I'm adopted. When people said I looked like my mom, I was kind of happy, because it's better then people trying to find something to say, and then coming up with something like "you have pretty eyes" just for the sake of politeness. Our mother is a pretty woman, Emma, and when people sometimes said I looked nothing like her, it let me down a little bit. My eyes scanned over the menu, looking for the right flavor that'd catch my eye and sound good.
"I'll have a cone with a scoop of butter pecan, please," I said. Everyone had always thought that it was strange how I liked that flavor, but I didn't care. It's always been my favorite. Once, Emma, you decided to take a lick of mine, and ended up spitting it into the sink, making a huge scene, talking about how "it tastes so yucky", going on and on and on.
I glanced at the outfit, red and white, puffy. I had always thought the uniform would be prettier if they didn't make the proportions so ridiculous, and they didn't seem like ver good color choices. I myself would've pictured them as blue and yellow, with a prettier, shorter skirt in a plaid design, without the suspenders, the tee shirt a sunny yellow with the words written in blue....
And so my thoughts carried me away from being upset, and so began the magic that always happened at the ice cream shop. When we got home, I'd be fine. I just had to get mom to be fine, too.

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I woke up and i t was still dark. Or it had become dark. I do not remember well. I wandered to my room and took the first thing in the closet. It was a white sundress. I walked barefoot down the stairs out into the patio. There was a porch swing that we had set when i was pregnant with you. I rocked myself with the tips of my feet and stared at our backyard. It was overgrown and animals scurried about. I think our cat had gone wild in the time we had forgotten to pay attention to him. I stopped a bit. There were lights, tiny lights all over the backyard. Fireflies.
You always wanted to catch them but you said you could not...they were there to light the way home. I rose and went to get your bug net.
If I caught one? Would it light your way home?

I stood in the middle of the lawn with the net in my hand. The wind was blowing and whispering all around me, secrets only others could understand.
The moon illuminated the grass and the dew wet my bare feet. I closed my eyes.
Emma if you knew how it felt to be there all alone , you would understand what I did next.
I want you to understand that I am not trying to rid you out of my life...But I am trying to bear this life without you. I caught as many fireflies as I could and brought down the jars of jam and peanut butter. I took out everything from them and cleaned them. With a knife I made holes in lids and put one firefly to the jar. Then I went to the driveway and put a jar on the entrance and then lined the edge of the driveway.

I was not marking your way home. I did not want you to follow it. It was not for you Emma.
It was for Charlie.
I was making a path for her. I then sat on the porch and rocked myself to sleep.

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((Oh my God I was watching a scene on FNL yesterday and I have to reinvent it here))

Me and Tommy stayed at the club all night till he found out what I was in reality doing. He confronted me in the car.

"You are never coming to a strip bar with me ever again! I mean who makes the strippers cry?" he said turning the key, and reeving the engine. "There no fun when they cry!" I stayed quite wail he talked on and on as if he was lecturing me my mind wondered backwards in time. Back when you were three you properly don't remember it. But Me, your mom, and Charlie were getting ready for church it was a Sunday morning. I was helping you get ready, I could hear you mom and Charlie fighting over what to wear. I remember thinking back then how much I really needed another Guy in the house before I went mad with all the talk of clothes and stuff. I was searching threw drawers and then called for someone to here. "Emma doesn't have paints!" using you puppet to entertain you.

"In the bottom drawer..." I herd someone call...

"There not there!" I called back after checking real quick.

"Then Try the dryer!"

"Okay Princess" I said picking you up, as you tried to grabbed your doll. I handed it to you and carried you to the laundry room when I found a pair of paints for you to wear. I don't know why I was thinking of this memory but It was like I was reliving it and it felt weird. Tommy stomped on the brakes and I jet a little foreword. The sky's still dark as I walk back to the trailer, and lay on the floor as he takes his bed. damn it I wounder what you mom is doing right now I think.

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((been gone for a week, and I'm leaving again tomorrow, then coming back, then leaving again. I'm not home often, anymore. Lol vacation kinda sucks...))

After coming home, smiling, I felt so much better, Emma. It had been so long since I'd smiled, and now my face hurt, in a good way. As I walked up the drive, I noticed jars in the moonlight, the familiar lights of fireflies twinkling within them. I knelt to look at one, smiled at a memory.

We were in the backyard, I was around twelve and a half, and you weren't even four. We were going around the yard barefoot, with the fireflies surrounding us. You pointed at them, looking around with wide eyes at all the lights. Gently, I cupped one in my hand, and put it down for you to see. It began to crawl towards my fingertips ready to fly away, so to make it more interesting, I curled my hands into a fist, shaking it, then threw it into the air, my hand blossoming open, and the firefly hovering in the air, blinking it's light on and off.

You clapped your hands, bouncing on the balls of your feet. I caught another one, when you poked stand said a word.

"Nibs!" it didn't mean anything, but at the time I laughed and nodded. After a moment, I decided something.

"Yes, his name is Nibs!" I said, pointing to him. You giggled, and I smiled, and we spent the rest of the night catching fireflies, and naming them.

I picked up the jelly jar, and looked inside.

"Nibs." I said, shaking my head and giggling. I got up, brushing pebbles that stuck to my knees,and heading up the driveway again. On the porch, I almost walked right in, expecting it to be nothing different than any other night. I expected to walk in to the sound mom crying. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the porch swing swaying, there hadn't been a breeze all day, and there wasn't one now. I looked over, and there was mom, asleep on the swing. Surprisingly, she had changed her clothes. Stepping softly, I walked over, carefully setting myself on the edge of the bench as it swang towards me, pulling my legs into my chest and scooting back as it swung back again. Moms hand was laid on the bench, and I carefully entwined my fingers in hers, praying I wouldn't wake her.

I laid my head back on te wicker backrest, since this one was higher than most, which usually come up to only about your shoulders, and closed my eyes. Drifting off, I imagined myself on our boat that we used to have when mom and I lived with my dad. I could even feel the spray of the water, smell it, feel the sun on my skin. I took comfort in those memories, and cuddled into the swing, gently squeezing mom's hand.

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(its okay. I am gone for periods of time too)
The air began to cool and chill my arms. I woke up to find my daughter's fingers loosely entwined with mine. I smiled to myself and rocked the swing back and forth lazily with the balls and tips of my feet.
From where we sat I could see the fireflies still flickering and across the street the perfectly manicured lawns of the neighbors. The sprinklers were on and they had lawn gnomes standing about looking prim and pointy.
Our lawn had been like that a few months ago. We used to barbecue on the weekends and the neighbors would bring their children to play with you. Our pool was never empty. Charlie's friends would spend their afternoons there whether Charlie was there or not. Most said I was a den mother, with all the kids in my house and even they called me their second mom.
In truth I just could never say no.
"hey Mrs. Langley can we go upstairs and play video games"
"Oh but Charlie is not here"
"Oh that's okay...she won't mind" and then they went upstairs...the only way I could have dragged them down would have been with the police in tow...

I never did mind though. Otherwise the house would have been empty and only filled by your light. Your father had stopped coming home early at this point and Charlie had extra curricular activities and then you would decide that you wanted to go spend the night somewhere else...and I would be alone wandering trough the empty house, staring mindlessly at the phone or at the wedding pictures on the wall.
My life had been going down the hole even before you died. I remember my life with David, Charlie's dad. He had been like you...so full of energy even if the cancer was eating him up. He had wanted to see the beach one last time and teary eyed I drove him down to Galveston with him on the passenger seat and Charlie strapped on her car seat. We stopped many times for me to check on him, but he only smiled waving me on.
Charlie did not know why I would cry all the time and why David had to hug me and tell me it would be all right and try to make me smile...but on that trip down to Galveston I promised myself that I would not be the weak one next time...That I would be a tree of strength for people to anchor themselves on...but so far I had done a wretched job about it.
I rocked the swing and held Charlies hand and as the moon was obscured by clouds I closed my eyes. There would be a tomorrow and maybe I would grow some roots and some branches and next time Charlie looked I would be tall and strong like an oak and she would sit down by my trunk and shade herself from the hurt of this world.

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The night was a Blair to me, and I felt like shit waking up from it. It had taken years for me to have a truly great life and then it all fell in a few seconds. How the greats fall I stared at the bottle of scotch Tommy had left on the table last night. You know I always would criticize my father for turning to Alcohol after your aunt died. But now I see the temptation it has to it. Something I want more then anything, To forget everything and be happy again. I grabbed the bottle looked at it again for awhile. I kept thinking if that was the life I wanted, alienating my family for a bottle of scotch. But then again isn't that my life anyway? your mother will properly never talk to me again... and Charlie well I could never ask her to forgive me for what I did. SO I took the swig and let my problems fad away for good this time.


((IDK!!!))

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I don't know what came over me after that but I found myself driving away from Tommy's place the liquire bottle still in my hand as I took another swig and let my feelings and emotions melt away. I dorve back to the park, back to the river and stood at te edge of the bridge. It was all to easy to end it there the pain, living without your mother and Charlie. Fuck! even if I go back crawling on my knees they would never want me back in their lives, not after what I did.

I remember last summer, at the town picnic we all set up a picnic just down there near the edge of the water. You wanted to go swining, but I stoped you "this river isn't safe baby girl" I said clutching you in my arms. "plus u just ate now didn't you?" I smiled and kissed your forehead.

Well Baby girl the river is still not safe, but I'm gonna jump in it for the both of us. With that finel note I jumped of the bridge into the merky water. I winced as the water hit my face and I tried to relax as much as I could, and not fight the curent. When a hand grabbed me and pulled me along, "No" I wimpered still under water taking in water. Everything went dark after that, and I blanked out.

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As for me?
I never knew Emma.
And in a town like this, that's surprisingly difficult. Because everyone knew Emma. Everyone except for me. I'm the one who came too late, too late for Emma; but right on time for Charlotte.