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Beatrice bowed, searching the audience for her mother. There she was, below the stage, collecting applause and storing it for later.
When swarms of fans surrounded Beatrice, her mother gathered bouquets and reveled in her daughter's stardom. She held court, delivering honeyed words of praise that had Beatrice hungry for more.
Later, buzzing with talk of the next performance, she unwound Beatrice's tight bun. Pins pricked when Beatrice requested snacks. Stung again for rejecting diet cola.
"Here, my little bee." She handed Beatrice pills that once had kept her light on her feet.
Beatrice swallowed, savoring her mother's satisfied smile.
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