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What an awful time to be maudlin. Memory, like the black shadow of remorse, of regret, had dogged Judith's sleep many nights in prison. So many that she felt her spirit tremble then, threatening to break in absence of hope. Through spite and resolve she maintained, but at the nadir of her weakness the shadow writhed. And inebriated, in that pit she sat with it, susceptible to her every foible. To remember the last time she was drunk, when she was arrested for good, the hours after Camilla... the dots weren't so far as to not connect. Judith couldn't help recalling Camilla's face as she and Callie drove beneath the red neon of the vacancy sign.
Judith gave the place a perfunctory look, never lifting her head from the window. It was a shabby place. Judith knew no other kind. She tired to recall what Camilla's home looked like, the space she shared with that asshole who knocked her up, who stole her from Judith, stole the light from her youth. Or was that Judith? She sniffed loudly, clearing her nose.
"Place looks better 'an a parking lot." Judith admitted. "Could'a parked under a tree for all I care, but I'll take a bed over these-uh bucket seats? That what they're called?" it was a rhetorical question, and she sighed. "Yeah, if it ain't too pricey we'll stay. I don't got the fight in me to take one by force tonight." Between the trials of the day, the alcohol, and the melancholy seeping from her memory, Judith found herself wanting little more than sleep.
Judith gave the place a perfunctory look, never lifting her head from the window. It was a shabby place. Judith knew no other kind. She tired to recall what Camilla's home looked like, the space she shared with that asshole who knocked her up, who stole her from Judith, stole the light from her youth. Or was that Judith? She sniffed loudly, clearing her nose.
"Place looks better 'an a parking lot." Judith admitted. "Could'a parked under a tree for all I care, but I'll take a bed over these-uh bucket seats? That what they're called?" it was a rhetorical question, and she sighed. "Yeah, if it ain't too pricey we'll stay. I don't got the fight in me to take one by force tonight." Between the trials of the day, the alcohol, and the melancholy seeping from her memory, Judith found herself wanting little more than sleep.