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open up your gate, marianna (stillhealing) wrote in inpoormerit,

Delia followed Belle a few steps and glanced around the kitchen, noting what Belle was using. She wasn't surprised by Belle's references to Christianity; college had been the first time in her life she'd even considered not going to church every Sunday. "I grew up in Georgia but I go to..." She stopped and corrected herself, a flicker of pain passing over her face, "went to school in Boston." Her voice gained a little strength as she spoke. Despite Belle's imposing height, Delia felt at home with her right away. There was something in her manner that Delia found trustworthy, and she wasn't one to doubt her intuition. "What about you?" Southern, clearly. Her speech patterns and the fixings for fried chicken told her that. Maybe that was why Belle was so disarming; in a strange way she reminded Delia of her mother.