Rogue dumps another load of jeans into the dryer. A week
has passed. Still, the tension between her and Ororo remains.
She sighs, lost in thought. Hopefully the offer she is about
to make will ease the situation.
Give it time, sugah.
"A penny for your thoughts, Rogue."
"Remy said that you have been looking for me?"
"We need to talk."
Rogue catches the sudden iciness in Ororo's eyes.
"She's still here, inside me. Ya can talk to her, if
ya like. Ah don't mind. She needs ya, gal. She's just a scared
little girl who doesn't understand what's been happenin'.
Ah know things ain't right between the two o' us, but it ain't
right to let the trouble between us keep ya from bein' with
one o' your own."
"Rochelle is dead."
"Maybe so, only she don't know it."
"And what of you?"
"Ah can take care o mahself."
"It was very difficult for you when you were sharing
your life with Carol. You willingly offer to again place yourself
in the same situation. Why?"
Rogue turns away, keeping herself busy by sorting and folding
the laundry. She shrugs her shoulders, trying not to remember
the comforting warmth of Storm's arms holding her fast.
"Rochelle's a sweet kid."
Ororo waits, silent. When Rogue offers nothing further, she
pursues the conversation.
"I appreciate your offer, more than you will ever know,
my friend. You tempt me to defy the natural procession of
our lives. Regretfully, it would not be in the best interest
of either you or Rochelle."
Rogue's hands slow, as she absorbs Ororo's words, still trying
to remain indifferent.
"The Baoule have always believed that the soul journeys
on to a better place after death and then is reborn. I would
not deny my goddaughter the opportunity for her moment of
peace. I would not deny her the chance to be reborn into a
better life--the full, joyful life she should have led."
Ororo picks up the dropped end of a sheet and helps Rogue
fold it, bringing the edges together. As Rogue accepts the
corners from Ororo's hands, she pauses, struck by a thought.
"Ya can still say good-bye, y'know."
"It will not be in the Baoule way, but it will be more
than I would have had."
"Why can't ya have a proper funeral?"
"There is no body, Rogue."
"Hell, sugah, girl's been usin' mah body for everythin'
else. What's a burial between friends?"
She chuckles at Ororo's stunned expression.
"Listen, ah know how it sounds, but it only makes sense.
What better way to help Rochelle adjust and move on?"
Ororo slowly shakes her head.
"It would not be--"
"Ororo, it's what she wants."
"Very well then, I will begin the preparations."
Ororo's sudden smile warms Rogue's heart.
Continued in Chapter
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