This story is still very much a work in progress, but I decided to go ahead and post the first part.
"Reclaiming Forever" is set in July 1997. Here are a few things you need to know:
--The Felicia and John thing never happened.
--Frankie is alive, and so is Ryan, who is Kirk's father.
--I still see Anne as both Vicky and Marley.
--AC is Lorna.
I think that about covers it. Everything else will be explained in the story, which is about Lucas's return to Bay City and his family five years after everyone thought he died. Feedback is welcome!
Amy
"Reclaiming Forever," Part 1
The last words he'd heard from the man he'd reported to for the past five years rang in his ears and played on a continuous loop in his mind: "It's all over. You can go home now, and no one will be in any danger."
So many times in the past five years, he had thought he'd never hear those words. But he finally had, less than 24 hours ago, and with expedited paperwork, the activation of a new credit card, and a change in legal status from "Died August 1992" to "Very Much Alive Here in July 1997, Thank You Very Much" (okay, those weren't the exact words, but as far as he was concerned, they might as well have been), he was in a rented BMW tooling down the highway, headed for home.
Five years. He was just world-weary enough, and just cynical enough, to know that everything wouldn't magically be all right the moment they saw him again. But he had hungered to see each of their faces for so long, to know for himself that they were healthy and happy, that the decision he had made five years ago had done what he had hoped and prayed it would: ensured their individual and collective safety.
What were they like now? He'd never been able to risk buying or even checking out of the library any Felicia Gallant novels, much as he'd wanted to. He only knew about Frankie and Cass thwarting that serial killer almost a year ago because the story had been picked up by the Associated Press and gone national. He remembered the waves of relief that washed over him when he realized that none of his girls were named in the article as people that bastard had terrorized or tried to kill. He knew that Felicia was still writing; he also knew that as of a year ago, Cass and Frankie were still a lawyer and a P.I., respectively, still married, and had a little girl, all of which he was certain were still true. But news about Jenna and Lorna was much harder to come by. He knew that Jenna and Dean had had a Christmas wedding three years ago; Dean was still on the charts then. But in the last 18 months, he had disappeared. Had he given up his music? Had something happened to him? There weren't even any "Where Are They Now?" reports on Dean, and the only time Jenna had been mentioned had been in the wedding article. Because there had been one photo released to the press a month after the wedding, he had taken the risk of buying two copies of the issue of Rolling Stone magazine with the press release about the wedding in it. He had always wondered if Lorna had had anything to do with drafting the press release, since the article had been titled "'Ladykiller' Dean Frame Marries Longtime Girlfriend Jenna Norris in Christmas Eve Ceremony"; now he'd get the chance to ask her. He had the wedding photograph--a group shot of Jenna and Dean surrounded by Lorna (the maid of honor), Felicia (the mother of the bride), Cass (the best man), Frankie, and Cass and Frankie's baby daughter Charlie (the ceremonial flower girl, since, at a little over 10 months old, she was too young to walk down the aisle by herself), all of them smiling for the camera, even the baby--that he had cut from one of the copies of Rolling Stone laminated and he carried it in the hidden compartment in his wallet. It was a risk, to be sure; but it was the closest to his family he'd been in years, and to him, that made it a risk worth taking.
When he noticed the sign on the right side of the highway, he pressed his foot down on the accelerator (after making sure there were no police in sight), and, shaken out of his musings, concentrated not on the past, but on his very near future as he flew past the sign, which read "WELCOME TO BAY CITY."
Felicia Gallant glanced at her watch. "Girls, we're going to be late!" she called.
"We'll be right out, Mom!" the younger of her two daughters, Jenna Norris Frame called back.
Felicia straightened the silk dupioni top in cream that she wore, then took a couple of steps to make sure that her flowing teal skirt billowed properly. She paused in front of her desk and looked at the picture of Luke she kept there. "Our baby girl is getting married today, Luke," she said softly. "I wish you could be here to see it."
Jenna emerged from the bedroom then, gorgeous in her satin A-line tea length halter dress, also in teal, her sister's matron of honor for the day. She crossed the room to Felicia, then, standing beside her mother, turned and called, "Okay, Lorna, you can come out now!"
Felicia held her breath as Lorna Devon, her firstborn daughter, emerged in her wedding gown, her raven locks touching her shoulders, a simple wreath of baby's breath and white ribbon pinned to the crown of her head ("Mom, you know I love you, but hats are not my thing, so no one is wearing hats at my wedding, least of all me!" she had said months ago when they had started planning this day), a smile of beatific joy on her face. She looked radiant in her wedding gown, a princess line dress in white, net over satin, re-embroidered lace, sequins, and pearls ("The sequins are for you, Mom, and your flamboyance," she had said when they found the dress), a halter neckline and lace-up corset back (which Lorna had declared were for her), and a semi-cathedral train ("Longer than chapel-length, but still short enough that I won't trip over it, besides which the lace-up corset back will probably be a bit much for Father Don, and I don't want to make a bad impression on the priest, especially since Joe and I still have to break it to him that we're getting married at TOPS instead of the church, and that we don't want the long version of the Catholic wedding ceremony," Lorna said).
Lorna looked at her mother, who was on the verge of becoming weepy, and at the sister she had once resented so deeply but now considered her best friend next to her beloved Joe, smiling proudly but with tears in their eyes and said, "Well, somebody say something. Is it too much?"
Jenna laughed out loud at this. "For you, Lorna? It's just right. You are so beautiful."
Lorna smiled at her sister, then shifted her gaze to Felicia. "Mom?" she asked. Seeing the tears pooling in Felicia's eyes, Lorna said, "Oh, no you don't. If you start crying, then I'LL start crying, and we'll have to do my makeup all over again, and then we'll have to do your makeup all over again."
Felicia sniffled. "I'll behave, I promise," she said, fighting to get herself under control. "You just...You're..." At a loss for words, Felicia walked to Lorna and carefully hugged her. Lorna hugged her back, and then Jenna got in on it, making it a group hug.
"I'm so glad you're here," Lorna whispered. "Both of you." She drew back, one hand on Felicia's shoulder, the other on Jenna's. "For so long, I never thought that this day would come, much less that I'd have my mother and my sister to share it with me."
"Well, Joe's as stubborn as you are, so no way he was giving up on you," Jenna said.
"It didn't exactly hurt his case that he had you and Mom on his side," Lorna replied.
"Is that a complaint?" Jenna asked.
"No," Lorna said. "That's my awkward way of saying thank you." She squeezed Jenna's shoulder, then Felicia's. "Thank you for not letting me run away and hide from love, for encouraging Joe not to give up on me and for encouraging me to let Joe in, and to take a chance on love."
Lorna had been engaged once before, to Gabe McNamara, a Bay City Police Captain who was killed in the line of duty. The entire police department, from Commissioner Ryan Harrison on down to then-rookie Officer Josie Watts, had been as devastated by Gabe's loss as Lorna was. Ryan himself had cleared out Gabe's locker and given the contents, and the folded flag from Gabe's casket, to Lorna.
But it was Joe Carlino, the man that Ryan had appointed to the captaincy after Gabe's death, that became Lorna's best friend. Joe had suffered a loss of his own; he had fallen hard for Paulina McKinnon after her husband Jake's presumed death, but when Jake returned, he and Paulina ultimately reconciled and had a son. Paulina and Jake's happiness was Joe's misery, and though he wanted Paulina to be happy, he was too proud to let her see him cry, but not so with Lorna. When Lorna, who worked at Bay City General Hospital in the Administration office with the Chief of Staff's wife Sharlene Hudson (Sharlene was the head of administration, and Lorna was the head of PR), had heard through the hospital grapevine that the paternity test proved that Jake and not Joe was the father of Paulina's baby boy Mack, Lorna was the one who found Joe crying on the hospital roof. And for all the times that Lorna had cried on Joe's shoulder and leaned on him after losing Gabe, she returned the favor that afternoon a little over a year ago when she was Joe's shoulder to cry on. Slowly, their friendship turned to love. Fear held both Joe and Lorna back for a while, but Joe got past his fear first, and brought Lorna to the hospital roof ("The place that you started to put my heart back together again," he'd told her) and then, down on one knee, he asked Lorna to marry him. Lorna panicked, blurted "I can't!" and ran, leaving Joe still on one knee on the hospital roof on that freezing January day. While screening her calls for the next three days, Lorna learned, from the messages everyone left, that Joe wasn't giving up on her (from Joe himself), that he had asked her mother for her hand in marriage (from Felicia), that love outweighs fear (from Frankie and Cass), and that she would be crazy to run away from a great guy like Joe who was so obviously in love with her (from Jenna and Dean). At dinner time on the third day, Felicia showed up at her oldest daughter's apartment, let herself in with her key ("Remind me to have my locks changed after you leave," Lorna had greeted her), and gotten Lorna to admit that she loved Joe but was terrified of losing him the way she lost Gabe. The tear-filled conversation that ensued had brought a lot of memories to the surface--of Gabe, of Lucas, of lost chances, and of what was here and now.
"No one knows what the future holds," Felicia had told Lorna that day, "but if I could go back to the day I saw Luke again, outside the police station with that bouquet of roses, and that same smile that I remembered from Gold Street, even knowing how it would end, I wouldn't change one thing, I wouldn't trade one moment of the time we had together. Time is too precious to waste, Lorna. If you didn't learn anything else from your dad and me, I hope that we at least taught you that much!" Felicia's words gave Lorna a lot to think about, and think she did.
Two days after Lorna's talk with Felicia, when Joe walked into his office at the police station, Lorna was perched on the edge of his desk waiting for him. "Is it too late to change my mind about my answer to your question from the roof the other day?" she had asked.
In response, Joe had pulled the small velvet box containing Lorna's engagement ring out of his pocket and said, "If we're doing this over, we're gonna do it right." Then he dropped to one knee right there, reached for Lorna's left hand as she perched on the edge of his desk, looked up at her, and said, "Lorna Devon, will you marry me?"
"Yes," she said. Joe slipped the ring on her finger, stood, and they never were sure how long they kissed before the applause and cheers from outside Joe's office reached them. Ryan gave Joe the rest of the day off to tell Lorna's family.
Now here they were six months later: Joe and Lorna's wedding day. As Lucas and Felicia, and Dean and Jenna, before them, Joe and Lorna were getting married at TOPS, the restaurant Felicia had owned and run for so long. Dean would be Joe's best man, and Jenna, Lorna's matron of honor.
The doorbell rang then. "Who is it?" Felicia called.
"Flower guy," came the reply.
Jenna, recognizing Dean's voice, opened the door to her husband, who was juggling a small box with Felicia's corsage in it, and a large box with Jenna's and Lorna's bouquets in it. He no longer wore his hair long, as he had when he and Jenna had first met and gotten together, but he still wore one small earring in his left ear. He was dressed for the wedding in his crisp black single-breasted tuxedo, black bow tie tied, red rose and sprig of baby's breath pinned to his lapel, and white pocket square peeking out of his breast pocket. "Wow," Dean said when he saw his wife. "I thought the bride was supposed to be the most beautiful woman in the room."
"I'll let that slide since you're married to her," Lorna quipped dryly.
Jenna greeted Dean with a kiss. "Where's Lucas?" she asked, referring to their almost-2-year-old son, Lucas Winthrop Frame, named for Jenna and Lorna's father, and the man that Dean most admired, his cousin-in-law Cass Winthrop.
"He's downstairs with Cass and Frankie and the kids," Dean replied. He looked at Lorna. "Lookin' good, Lorna," he said.
"Gee, thanks, Dean," Lorna replied.
"Joe's eyes will pop out of his head when he sees you," Dean said. "You are a vision. You'll take his breath away."
"That's more like it," Lorna said.
Dean smiled and carefully hugged his sister-in-law. "In all seriousness, I'm happy for you and Joe. He's a great guy, and I wish you two all the best. You deserve it."
Lorna hugged him back. "Thanks, Dean," she said.
"We're ready whenever you ladies are," Dean said.
"Just a few more minutes," Lorna said, catching Jenna's eye when they noticed Felicia looking at the picture of Lucas again. Dean followed their gazes and nodded before leaving, quietly closing the door behind him.
Everything was quiet for a long moment after Dean left, and then Lorna said, "I've been thinking about Daddy a lot lately too. Wishing he could be here."
"He'd be so proud of you," Felicia said in a choked-up whisper. "Of both of you," she added, looking at Jenna.
Lorna had never been entirely certain of that, since Lucas had died before she was able to prove to him that she was worth being proud of, but she didn't want to dwell on what could never be on this, the happiest day of her life. "Well, I'm glad that you agreed to walk me down the aisle, Mom," Lorna said.
"Speaking of that, here's your corsage, Mom," Jenna piped up. She pinned the pink and white rose corsage to Felicia's top as Lorna removed her bouquet from the big box.
"Okay," Lorna said. "Mom's pearl earrings are my something old, my shoes are my something new, Jenna, your necklace is my something borrowed, and my garter is my something blue. So I think that's it."
"Are you ready?" Jenna asked, gathering her own bouquet in her arms.
"I'm ready," Lorna said. "Let's go get me married!"
Jenna held the door open and Felicia followed Lorna into the hall. On her way out the door, Lorna looked at the picture of Lucas. I love you, Daddy, she thought. And I wish you could be here, but maybe Mom's right. Maybe if you were, you'd be proud of me.
Then the three of them got on the elevator and rode up to TOPS, then took their places in the powder room while Dean and Joe came in off the balcony and the small group of guests--Cass and Frankie and their 3-year-old daughter Charlie and two-month-old son Wally Winthrop; Rachel Cory Hutchins; Ryan and Vicky Harrison; Jamie and Marley Frame; John and Sharlene Hudson; Josie Watts and Gary Sinclair; Joe's father Tony and sister Sophia; and a few of the officers of the Bay City P.D., wearing their dress uniforms--stood in a loose circle. (Joe and Lorna had agreed on "No ex-anythings at our wedding," which is why Paulina McKinnon, Matt Cory, and Morgan Winthrop were not in attendance; Paulina and Morgan were married to Jake McKinnon and Courtney Evans, respectively, and Matt was still looking for his one true love.) Joe and Dean stood at the front with the priest. A string quartet hired by Cass (part of a running joke between him and Frankie that no one else but the two of them understood--something having to do with string quartets and Elvis impersonators) played Pachelbel's Canon in D Major as Jenna walked down the makeshift aisle formed, mouthing "I love you" to Lucas, who was standing with Cass, Frankie, Charlie, and Wally. Frankie was cradling the sleeping 2-month-old Wally in her arms, while three-year-old Charlie stood between her parents, solemnly holding her daddy's hand. Lucas stood on Cass's other side, holding his other hand. Jenna reached her place, winked at Dean, smiled at Joe, and then the string quartet shifted into The Wedding March, and Lorna and Felicia appeared.
Dean was right; Joe's eyes nearly did pop out of his head at the sight of his bride, and his breath was taken away. Lorna only had eyes for her groom as she walked beside her mother, squeezing Felicia's hand (they were walking hand in hand instead of arm in arm) when they reached Joe. Felicia kissed Lorna's cheek, then hugged Joe and said, "Take good care of my baby girl."
"I will," Joe promised. Then Felicia placed Lorna's hand in Joe's and stepped back slightly.
Just then, the elevator doors slid soundlessly open, but no one noticed because all eyes were on the bride and groom.
Lucas, Felicia's husband, Jenna and Lorna's father, the man everyone thought had died five years ago after being shot by Sally Madison, stepped off the elevator...and realized that he had walked in on a wedding. He was about to get back on the elevator and go downstairs again when he heard the priest say, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, in the sight of God and the presence of family and friends, to witness and bless the union of Lorna Devon and Joseph Carlino in holy matrimony."
Lucas whipped his head around so fast, he was surprised he didn't give himself whiplash. This was Lorna's wedding! His and Fanny's Lorna! Lucas could only see everyone from the back, but his heart began to pound as his eyes roamed over the scene before him. The bride obviously was Lorna, and her groom, Joseph Carlino...Lucas didn't know that name. Then he looked to Lorna's left and saw Jenna standing there, holding two bouquets of red roses and baby's breath. A glance to the groom's left revealed Dean standing up for him. And there were Cass and Frankie with...THREE children? They'd been busy. And that was John and Sharlene Hudson...Sharlene wasn't dead either, Lucas mused. Interesting. Ryan Harrison, with Vicky Hudson on his arm. Had they ever gotten married? No sign of Grant Harrison anywhere. Over there was Rachel Cory, standing with Jamie and Marley, who were standing with their arms around each other, so obviously they were still together.
And right there, standing behind and to the left of both Lorna and Jenna, was Felicia...his Fanny.
Lucas was living what he once thought was an impossible dream: he was at Lorna's wedding!
"...therefore if anyone here can show just cause why these two should not be married, let him speak now or forever hold his peace," the priest said. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. The priest then moved on. "Who gives this woman to be married?"
"I, her mother, do," Felicia said, and then she stepped back to stand with Cass and Frankie and their children. The little boy who'd been holding Cass's hand dropped the lawyer's hand and went to stand in front of Felicia then. Fanny looked down at the boy, who had tipped his head back to look up at her, and they smiled at each other.
This obviously was not the time to make his presence known. But as tears sprang to his eyes, Lucas swiftly, silently, moved back and into the coat-check booth (July in Illinois, no one needs a coat), and from there, he had a bird's-eye view of Lorna and Joe's wedding, and no one would see him.
Through the blur of tears, Lucas watched his family, his girls, and watched as Lorna and Joe pledged their lives to each other. Lorna looked so happy. So did Jenna, and Dean. And Lucas just knew that Fanny was bursting with love and pride about Lorna. Lorna's groom looked at Lorna the way that Lucas remembered looking at Felicia.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest intoned. "You may kiss the bride." Joe and Lorna reached for each other, and sealed their vows with a kiss. "Ladies and gentlemen," the priest said after Joe and Lorna broke the kiss, "I now present for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph and Lorna Carlino!" The string quartet began to play again, and everyone applauded.
Lucas wasn't even aware of the little boy who had been standing with Fanny until the kid was at his feet, looking up at him with wonder and awe in his big brown eyes. "Gampa Luke!" the boy said.
Lucas looked down at the boy, and then his words registered. "Gampa Luke?" he repeated. Gampa...Grandpa? Grandpa Luke?
"Yeah!" the boy said. "I knew you'd be here! I told Mommy an' Daddy that you'd come fwom Heaven for Auntie Lorna's wedding!"
Lucas was still reeling from "Gampa Luke," but then the boy said "Auntie Lorna." Swallowing hard, Lucas somehow found the breath to say, "What is your mommy's name?"
"Jenna!" the little boy replied. "Like Daddy's song fwom a long time ago."
"'A Song for Jenna,'" Lucas thought. "And your daddy is...Dean?" he asked.
The boy nodded. "Yup!" he said.
Lucas realized this boy was his grandson! Dean and Jenna had a son! Lucas looked at that little face, with Jenna's brilliant smile and Dean's brown eyes looking up at him. He wanted nothing more than to pick the boy up and gather him in a huge hug, but he fought every instinct that screamed at him to do so.
Then Lucas heard Jenna's voice. "Lucas?"
For one long moment, Lucas thought that Jenna had seen him and tried to prepare himself for any number of possible reactions from her.
"Here I am, Mommy!" the boy said.
Lucas thought he might fall over at that point. Not only did Dean and Jenna have a son, but the boy had been named for him!
Little Lucas scrambled out from behind the coat-check counter. "Lucas Winthrop Frame," Jenna said sternly, "you know that you're not supposed to run off like that!"
"Yeah, that's not cool, Lucas," Dean added. "Mommy and I have to be able to see you at all times. You know that."
"I was with Gampa Luke!" Lucas said.
"Lucas, honey, we talked about this," Jenna said gently. "Gampa Luke is in Heaven. He can't be here."
"He is!" Lucas insisted. "Grammy showed me his pictures. I know it's him! He gots more gray hair now, but it's really him, Mommy!"
Before Jenna or Dean could say a word, their son ran back to where Lucas was hiding. "Come on, Gampa Luke!" he said, tugging on Lucas's hand.
"Lucas--" Jenna started to say.
Then she and Dean both saw the elder Lucas, and both stopped in their tracks.
Dean's eyebrows shot up high enough to part his hair. "What the--?" he asked.
Jenna went very pale. "Lucas?" she whispered.
He nodded. "It's really me, Jenna," he said softly.
"Dad?" she said. Then it was too much for her, and she fainted.
"Jenna!" Dean cried, moving forward swiftly and just managing to catch his wife before she hit the floor behind the coat-check counter.
"Mommy!" little Lucas said worriedly.
Dean eased himself and Jenna down to the floor, cradling Jenna's head in his lap. He looked up at the man who was his father-in-law, blinked, and then looked over at his son. "Mommy will be okay," he assured the child. "Can you go get Aunt Frankie and Uncle Cass, please? Don't tell them about...uh...Gampa Luke, but bring them back here. And JUST get them, Lucas, okay? Don't get Grammy or Auntie Lorna or Uncle Joe yet."
"Okay, Daddy," little Lucas said and ran off to get Cass and Frankie.
"Is she all right?" Lucas asked anxiously after little Lucas had left.
"The father she buried five years ago is standing here, Lucas, what do YOU think?" Dean replied. He stroked Jenna's cheek then. "Jenna? Jen? Honey, it's okay. Wake up. Please wake up for me."
"What's the big emergen---Lucas?" Frankie said. Lucas looked up from Dean and Jenna to find Frankie and Cass standing there, Frankie still holding the baby, identical looks of shock on their faces.
"Oh my god," Cass said. They all stood staring at each other for a moment, and then Cass said, "Frankie, you do see Lucas, right?"
"Lucas our godson, or Lucas Felicia's husband?" Frankie asked.
"Lucas Felicia's husband," Cass replied.
"Yes," Frankie said.
"Okay, then I know I'm not hallucinating," Cass said. He looked Lucas in the eye. "What...how..."
But Dean, who was growing more angry by the second, figured it out and voiced it before Cass could. "I know what and how," he said angrily. "You son of a--"
"Dean!" Frankie cut him off sharply; little Lucas was standing right there, and Charlie Winthrop had left her Aunt Sharlene and come over to be with her parents and baby brother.
"You pulled a Kathleen!" Dean exclaimed.
Just then, Lorna and Joe came over, hand in hand, and laughing. "Hey, why's the party over here? We have the whole restaurant," Lorna said. Then she saw Jenna unconscious in Dean's lap. "Jenna? Dean, is she all right? What happened?" Without waiting for an answer, Lorna looked over her shoulder and called, "Mom! Come quick! Jenna passed out!"
"Uh oh," Cass said.
"You said it, Counselor," Frankie replied.
Then Lorna looked up from Jenna lying in Dean's lap and into her father's face. Her jaw dropped and her bouquet slipped from her nerveless fingers. "Daddy?" she whispered. She shook her head as if to clear it.
Jenna started to stir then. "Dean?" she said.
"I'm right here, honey," Dean said soothingly.
Felicia arrived then, with a bottle of water. "I brought Jenna some water, I--" Her voice was cut off as if a switch had been flipped when she saw Lucas, the love of her life, the father of her children, the man she thought had died five years ago, standing there. His hair was a little more gray, his clothes were a little more casual (a summer weight gray jacket over a solid black shirt open at the neck with no tie and black twill pants), but there was no doubt that it was Lucas...her Luke. Felicia dropped the bottle of water, spilling it everywhere. Jenna sat up, and Dean carefully helped her stand, supporting her with both his arms about her waist. Cass and Frankie stood together, Cass with one arm around Frankie and his other hand holding Charlie's, both of them watching the scene in disbelief. Lorna had pressed her left hand to her mouth and was squeezing the life out of Joe's arm with her right hand.
"Luke?" Felicia whispered, her lower lip quivering.
"It's really me," Luke said. "I'm alive, Fanny...and I've come home."
Thanks, Amy! It was awesome and wonderful. I can't wait for more. i thought that it was interesting about Lucas's first thoughts of people especially Ryan and Vicky and Jamie and Marley when he saw them again.
That's my goal, Annette, with all of the stories I have planned, starting with this one.
Thanks, Michelle. There will be a little more of the Cory/Frame/Harrison contingent in parts 2 and 3.
I'm currently working on part 3, in which...
Spoiler:
Ryan and Vicky, Jamie and Marley, and Rachel break the news about Lucas to Paulina and Iris. Also in part 3, Lucas finds a temporary place to stay, and Cass and Frankie try to be supportive of the shocked, angry, and upset Felicia, Jenna and Dean.
Does Lucas explain to people especially his family what really happened in the this story? Does he tell them why he was in hiding and whom he was hiding from?
Does Lucas explain to people especially his family what really happened in the this story? Does he tell them why he was in hiding and whom he was hiding from?
Yes. I'm still working that part out, but he does explain, and he also explains why he left Felicia, Jenna, and Lorna behind.
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