Moving to a new city was just the opportunity I needed. I could be who I wanted without the shadows of past mistakes haunting me. I shucked my old life like a snake shedding its skin. No longer was I the troublemaker everyone was waiting to get thrown in jail. I turned into a sophisticated, svelte young woman who threw herself into the social scene. The new job I landed gave the the monetary freedom to indulge myself with books and clothes. In all, I was free to do whatever I wanted.
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Aoede walked through the door to see her sister sitting on the couch. Mneme looked up and smiled. "So how are things going with your songwriter?"
"Much better, actually. I think she's really starting to accept the whole inspiration thing. It doesn't feel like she's fighting any more. In fact, when I left her apartment, she sat down and really got to work on her song."
Mneme nodded. "Why do I feel like something happened that you didn't like?"
"Ha ha! Mneme, for the Muse of memory, you rely a lot more on your instincts than your knowledge. But yes, I met a friend of Jane's. I don't think, for all her supposed help, she's being very supportive of Jane. She was skeptical, which I can understand. But I felt like this was jealous of Jane. I don't know if it was jealous of her writing or what, but it didn't feel right."
"Hm. I'm not sure what I can tell you," Mneme said softly. "But I don't think you should get involved unless you absolutely have to."
"You're probably right. Hey, you want to do something?"
"Sure. How about we go to the bookstore?'
"That sounds like something we can both enjoy."
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