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[compton-builders]

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[intercrusroofing]

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[azaproroofing]

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[youngsadlesbian]

BABY'S FIRST GAY PANIC (PART 2) — carina deluca and maya bishop.

pairing: carina deluca x maya bishop x daughter!reader

summary: you start enjoying going to the hospital again and it doesn't take long for your mothers to find out why.

a/n: @sad-x3 asked me for a part 2 of this and here it is. i don't know if i followed the path she wanted, but that's okay. hope you like it! english is not my first language so i’m sorry for any mistakes, guys.

word count: 1,3k

warnings: kinda angst but then fluff in the end, maya being stupid and the most doting mother in the world <3

You loved spending time with your Aunt Amelia at the hospital because she always found a way to let you watch some surgery she was doing, because you were her favorite niece and she did everything you asked.

But there were no surgeries today. Amelia was in the emergency room treating several patients who appeared to be suffering from the same severe headache. Bored and also having a bad headache from the flu, you sat on the floor of the infirmary while putting on your headphones to listen to Taylor Swift. You didn't notice the presence of a teenage girl behind you until she was tapped on the shoulder.

"Do you like Taylor Swift?" That was Nurse Hernandez's daughter who was at the hospital every day after she got out of school. You had seen her there several times during your life.

"Yes, I'm listening to Evermore." You walked away so the girl sat next to you. "What can we say that..."

"He's Folklore's brother." She smiled. And what a smile. "My name is Elena. You are the daughter of Doctor DeLuca and Captain Bishop, right?"

"Yes, but most people just call me Y/n." Elena rolled her eyes. "Want to listen to the album with me?"

"Of course."

You spent hours on end listening to all of Taylor Swift's albums, and when your phone died, you simply talked about anything that came to mind. You discovered that Elena was a really nice girl and you had a similar vibe, which made you automatically enjoy her company. When your aunt looked for you hours later, she caught you laughing like there was no tomorrow with Elena and was almost sorry to end the moment between you.

"Y/n/n, your mom is already going home." You waved goodbye to Elena and went after your mother with Amelia.

It didn't go unnoticed by Carina that you seemed happier and more excited since the morning, she made a mental note to mention this to her wife later. Normally you talked a lot in the car, but this time you were so busy with your phone that it blinked every second with a new notification that she preferred not to interrupt.

At some point you got over your crush on Julie because it was replaced by a huge crush on Elena. You two had become great friends, talking practically all day through messages about anything. It was with you that Elena shared that she had finally had her first kiss.

You fell asleep right after taking your medicine, which really made you sleepy, but not before practically begging your mother to take you to the hospital again.

Teenagers really were very weird.

You were very grumpy after this information, but she made some joke and changed the subject when she noticed your discomfort.

Every possible opportunity to stay at home you used to go to the hospital. At this point, your mother Carina already knew about Elena's existence and thought your friendship with the girl was cute.

Maya hated it. She felt that there was something more between you two and to her you were still a baby. And of course, she was right.

You didn't have a completely platonic relationship. At least not since you decided to admit that you liked her more than just a friend and she confessed that she felt something more too. You never kissed or anything like that out of pure insecurity, but that was about to change.

Heavy rain in Seattle caused part of your school's roof to collapse, leaving all students home for three days until the repairs were finally completed.

Your mother was having surgery that would take a few hours, so you decided to take shelter with Elena in her office. You don't remember exactly what turn your conversation took and made you and Elena start kissing. Much less did you remember when your mothers entered the office and caught you in a compromising position.

"I told you, Carina!" Your mother Maya screamed. You distanced yourself as much as possible from Elena, wiping your face stained by her red lipstick. "There was no way this was platonic."

"Bella, we'll deal with this later. Elena, your mother is looking for you to go home." You ran to Elena and shook her hand before she finally left. That only seemed to increase Maya's anger, scaring you so that you cowered even more on the floor.

Carina approached you and touched your head.

"Bambina, look at me."

"Mamma Maya è arrabbiata con me." You had a habit of speaking Italian when you were nervous. Maya felt her heart tighten with regret for once again letting her anger get the best of her.

"Let me deal with Mamma Maya, ok bambina?" You shook your head and looked at your mother. Your eyes were teary and there were still traces of lipstick on your face. "There's the most beautiful girl in the world. Is Elena your girlfriend?"

"No, mamma. But I really wanted this."

"You're not old enough to date, Y/n DeLuca-Bishop!" Maya shouted. "You need to focus on your studies and nothing else."

"Bella, leave me alone with her." Carina gave her best I think you'd better obey me look when Maya resisted her request. The firefighter left the office in a huff. "Don't listen to what your mother said. If you're happy, I'm happy. Now let's go home."

You didn't talk to any of your mothers the whole way, even though Carina tried to start a conversation. Maya was so angry and you were so afraid that she would freak out and send you to the other side of the world just to get away from Elena that it hurt deeply.

Dinner was also eaten in silence and with you trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Carina wanted to hit Maya hard when she noticed this.

You retired early saying you needed to finish some homework. Only then did Carina let all her frustration out.

"Your daughter needs your support, you idiot!" Carina frantically hit Maya on the shoulder, who tried to free herself from her wife without success. "Sei incredibile, Maya Bishop!"

"I know I overreacted..."

"Overreacted? You were terrible. I think you better fix this before it gets worse."

That's what Maya did. Before knocking on your bedroom door she heard you sniffle and felt like the worst mother in the world.

Maya took a deep breath and knocked twice on your door.

"Y/n/n, it's mom." Maya heard the sound of some things falling before you finally responded.

"Go away."

Then you cried. You cried because you felt like you let your mother down and you felt like she didn't love you anymore and mainly because you were afraid of her forcing you to stay away from Elena.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was too extreme. I'm still learning, you know?" You opened the door a crack and she saw one of your brown eyes staring deeply at her. "I'm still learning how to be a good mother and sometimes I feel like I'm not."

"You are, mom. You're good at so many things but you're the best as being my mom. I was just scared that I let you down."

"You would never be capable of that, little bee. Even if you committed a crime I still think it would be impossible to disappoint me." You opened the door and your mother saw how wrecked you were. Hair standing on end and face swollen from crying. "Come here and hug mommy, please?"

You hugged her and then everything was fine. Because Maya really was bad at a lot of things and hard-headed about pretty much everything, but she was the best mother you could ask for.

[kwebtv]

James Earl Jones (January 17, 1931 – September 9, 2024) Actor known for his film roles and his work in theater. He was one of the few performers to achieve the EGOT (Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony). He was inducted into the American Theater Hall of Fame in 1985, and was honored with the National Medal of Arts in 1992, the Kennedy Center Honor in 2002, the Screen Actors Guild Life Achievement Award in 2009, and the Academy Honorary Award in 2011.

 On television, Jones received eight Primetime Emmy Awards nominations winning twice for his roles in thriller film Heat Wave (1990) and the crime series Gabriel's Fire (1991). He also acted in Roots (1977), Jesus of Nazareth (1977), Picket Fences (1994), Homicide: Life on the Street (1997) and Everwood (2004).

Jones played lead characters on television in three series. Gabriel's Fire and a revamped version called Pros and Cons aired on ABC between 1990 and 1992. In both formats of that show, Jones played a former policeman wrongly convicted of murder who, upon his release from prison, becomes a private eye. In 1995, Jones starred in Under One Roof as Neb Langston, a widowed African-American police officer sharing his home in Seattle with his daughter, his married son and children, and Neb's newly adopted son. The show was a mid-season replacement and lasted only six weeks, but earned him another Emmy nomination. He also portrayed Thad Green on "Mathnet", a parody of Dragnet that appeared in the PBS program Square One Television.[59] In 1998, Jones starred in the widely acclaimed syndicated program An American Moment (created by James R. Kirk and Ninth Wave Productions). Jones took over the role filled by Charles Kuralt, upon Kuralt's death.

Jones guest-starred in many television shows over the years, including for NBC's Law & Order, and Frasier, ABC's Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, Fox's medical drama House, M.D., and CBS' The Big Bang Theory and Two and a Half Men. He also voiced the CNN tagline, "This is CNN". He lent his voice to the opening for NBC's coverage of the 2000 and 2004 Summer Olympics. (Wikipedia)

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[theargopriestess]

iHave Your Heart

Carly wraps her arms around herself, and braces herself against the high-ledge of the roof. Staring off into space and not really taking in the Seattle city skyline.

She still had it in her hand. She hadn’t let go of it since she left her apartment.

She knew what the results would be when she took the test. But her heart still broke when she saw the single line. The single line that meant ‘not pregnant’. The single line that meant no baby. The single line that meant there wasn’t going to be a little Freddie or a little Carly running around-

It tore her heart in two.

And then the tears come. They come so fast her vision blurs and she can’t stop them. One sob tears out of her, then another and then another. Her whole body shakes as she cries, as she folds her arms over the ledge and she buries her face into them.

Freddie settles down beside her on his front, their bodies slick with sex induced sweat. His hand settles on her belly, caressing gently over her navel. His forehead presses into the cap of her shoulder, lips brushing the skin of her upper arm. “I love you so much,” he mumbles against her skin. She turns her head toward his; his hair tickles her chin and nose, “I love you more,” she whispers back.

His hand against her navel begins to travel lower, sliding along her skin, edging ever closer to rest between her thighs. She shakes her head and murmurs a soft, “no”. Immediately, he stops, moving his hand away and up to her face. His fingers graze along her chin, her lips where she kisses his fingertips softly, along her cheek, and then behind her ear. He cups her face gently with his palm, thumb rubbing gently on her cheek bone in soft, up-and-down motions.

His bedroom is almost entirely pitch black, save for the soft glowing city street lights, glowing in between the curtains. Concern is written all obey his face, bries furrowed, his are eyes soft and wide, his lips pouted. “What’s wrong?”

She lifts her shoulders. “I just don’t want to again tonight. I’m sorry.” He nods. Understanding replacing his expression. “Okay.” He says, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

He settles down beside her and she turns up onto her side, giving him her back. He scoots close behind her, slipping one leg between hers, and sliding his hand to pull her closer, resting it gently over belly, above her navel.

“I love you”, he whispers to her in the darkness. She tells him the same.

For a while after that night, they don’t sleep in the same bed. If anything, she actively tries to avoid it. It’s killing him. It’s killing her too. But how, how can she explain it to him? How can she explain it to him without breaking both of their hearts.

“Carly?”

“Carly? Are you up here?”

“Carly?”

“Hey”, she feels a hand on her shoulder. Warm and strong and gentle.

It’s Freddie. She knows that it’s him.

Who else has hands that warm?

Who else has hands that are that strong but still so gentle?

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

She cries harder. Her whole body trembles and she can’t move. “Carls?”

She doesn’t respond. She barely has enough strength in her to fight him off when he takes her by the waist and shoulder, hauls her away from the ledge and turns her to him. Pulling her into his chest. His arms wrapped tight around her shoulder, his fingers weave into her hair, rubbing her scalp gently in an attempt to sooth her. She loops her arms under his shoulders and burys her face into his neck.

“Carly? Please, talk to me love”.

“Carly, please you’re scaring me.”

It’s those words that stop her from crying anymore. The desperation in his voice.

She lets him go. Stepping backwards out of his hold and pushing the pregnancy test into his hand and turning away from him.

For a while he’s silent, and then;

“Is that what this is about? That’s why you’ve you been so distant?”

Tears sliding down her face, Carly hiccups and nods.

“Oh, Carly”, he speaks gently and she feels his hands on her hips as he turns her to face him.

He cradles her face in his hands, thumbs swiping the tears spilling out of her eyes. He shakes his head, giving her a tender smile.

“I’m sorry.”

He swipes another falling tear from her eye with his thumb, shaking his head. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because I’m not pregnant. Because there isn’t going to be a little baby Benson”, she sobs, her hands moving to rest over her belly. He steps closer to her and kisses her tenderly. Her hands rest on his firm, strong arms.

He changes the angle of how his lips meet hers, subtly tipping her head back a fraction. Her hands on his arms tighten their grip.

He nuzzles gently and sweetly at her lips with his own when they come up for air. Her face is still wet with tears, and she reaches up to his face with her hands when she sees that her tears have transferred to his face, she wipes them away with her thumbs. He turns his head and brushes his lips against her palm. “I love you”, he tells her. “I always have, I think you’ve always known that.” His hands still cradle her face, fingers gentle against her skin.

“This”, he takes one of her hands in her own, places it on his firm chest, over his heart.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

She feels the steady thrum as it beats steadily. He holds her hand in place with his, lacing his fingers through hers.

“This, is yours.”

More tears slide down her face as his other hand stays on her face. She copies his actions, taking his hand, placing it against her breast, over her heart. “This is yours too. I love you, Freddie. I’m in love with you.”

He smiles, tilting his head to rest his forehead against hers. She notices that he makes a point to not touch her belly.

“Carly, I don’t mind that you’re not pregnant. Okay?”

She nods.

“We have more than enough time in the world to have babies. And if you don’t want a baby at all, that’s okay too. All I want is, to just be with you.”

She nods again, and he returns the motion.

“C’mere,” he says, motions with his head as he says it, his hand falling to her waist.

(I will be posting this to Ao3 - there is going to be a bit of graphic content and I’m considering making this a two part fic).

(Btw this is no relation to my other fics - this is post-cannon to the events of 3x09).

[hockeybabbler]

A Eulogy for a Terrible Place

Let me tell you about my rink.

Highland Ice Arena opened on December 14, 1962 and was a family business from the day it opened to the day it closed on October 15, 2022. It was, without a doubt, the second-worst rink I ever skated. Certainly Highland was the worst rink that was open year-round - the only ice I've been on of lower quality was a holiday rink at Seattle Center before the Key became Climate Pledge that was only open November through January, about the size of a Basketball half-court, and "resurfaced" only once per day after close and without the benefit of a Zamboni.

Highland was a step above that. But only just. Walking in the front door was like stepping back into the 90's. A look to your right, and you'd see their little pro shop, the NHL merchandise within slightly yellowed with age and using logos now featured on Reverse Retro jerseys. The rubber flooring was chipped and cracking, and hadn't been replaced in ages. Your walk to the rink was always dangerous because the mats rippled and waved in spots, creating tripping hazards. Looking up to the rafters, you could see the accumulated dinge, dust, and puck marks that the decades had built up.

And then there was the ice itself. Because their Zamboni drivers didn't turn off their water in the corners, there was a noticeable slope up and down when you skated laps. I think pebbled curling surfaces might have smoother ice. The roof leaked, necessitating buckets on the ice on more than one occasion. I once saw a ref attempt to repair a divot with a green plastic watering can. You had to be careful when you went to the benches, whether going through the gate or over the boards - there were a few spots where there were no mats, leaving exposed metal plates where the boards slotted in. There was also a smaller, second rink, which felt claustrophobic due to the walls directly on all sides of the rink, which was where stick n' puck normally was, the sound of pucks hitting the walls explosive in the enclosed space.

There were two locker rooms. One downstairs, where you'd expect it, behind the benches. One was upstairs. Yes, upstairs. If you used that locker room, you had to tramp down the stairs in your full gear, through the lobby, then out onto the ice. And that one was the nicer looking locker room of the two, likely because it was a later addition. The one downstairs legitimately looked like a scene in a prison movie, and not a nice one. There was a toilet in the middle of that locker room with no stall walls around it. Once, a beer league teammate said they found a turd in one of the showers, and I fully believe them. I once met another local beer leaguer who said they refused to use the locker rooms there, instead just changing in the lobby, which honestly sounds like a better idea than using either locker room.

Please don’t get it twisted: I am not shitting on the place. That was done for me, by an anonymous person in their locker room showers. No. I loved this rink. It was my rink. It may not have been the rink where I learned to skate (shoutout to the Vallco Rink, now known as the Cupertino Ice Center), nor was it the rink where I first really fell in love with the feel of ice beneath my blades (Sprinker Recreation Center, you were way too far away but it was worth the drive every time), but it was home for me from when I first moved into Seattle proper until it closed. It was where I forged an unbreakable bond with a friend who is now more like family (hey Jed!) and where I decided that it was past time for me to actually play the damn game of hockey. The place where I learned to play. Where I would nudge Jed at almost every song during public skate and say, "THIS IS MY JAM!" Where I would pet Ollie the rink dog during Zamboni breaks.

It was terrible, yeah. But it was home, and I loved it. Unfortunately, the disrepair of the rink was too much to handle. Apparently the boiler room was far from the fire code, and while it was owned by the original family, the fire marshal allowed it to be grandfathered in. Selling the rink would require the new owners to repair and retrofit it, a task with a price tag that exceeded the property's total value. So it makes sense that when Highland was sold, it was sold to developers who would tear down the rink and build up something new, something that suited their dreams and not those of the previous owners.

It's hard for me to wrap my head around the incredible loss I feel at having just lost this physical place at the same time that I am losing a virtual space which it is no hyperbole for me to say changed the trajectory of my life. That friend who became family, Jed, was a mutual follow of mine on Twitter before we happened to run into each other at a public skate at Highland. They realized it was me because I'd tweeted a picture of the rink. Jed is far from the only real friend I made on Twitter. Some helped me fundraise to get me to finish my degree. Some helped me when I was leaving my marriage, both financially and emotionally. They helped me to navigate the weird space of the quarantine, of pregnancy, of becoming a mother. They stayed through my terrible puns and shared my doodles and encouraged me to keep making things even when I thought my work wasn't worth sharing with anyone.

Twitter was and is, objectively, a terrible place. Instead of leaks from the ceiling you had random nobodies getting into your business. Instead of a turd in the shower, you might find a horrific RT on your timeline that you wish you could unsee. But like Highland Ice it was my home for a time, and I hope you'll forgive me for taking this metaphor a bit literally as it was my homepage on my personal desktop's browser. The moments of joy I found there sustained me through some incredibly tough times, and much like Highland Ice, I fear we may never see anything quite like it again.

Better options exist, both for ice rinks and for social media sites. They're just going to miss some of the old charm, and maybe that's for the better.

[bonelady]

I'm nearing a year since I read Dispatches and realizing just how much it's wormed it's way into my head. when I first read it, it clicked the way that the States has done things really hasn't changed much in the last fifty years other than to make it harder for civilians to understand what is happening or why. For example, we don't have the draft anymore because when every Tom, Dick, and Harry is sent off to another country to kill people so the government can take all of their natural resources and money and whatnot, people pay attention. They want to know where their kids went. They want to know how thigs are going. This puts the government, their interests, their involvement in foreign affairs, under scrutiny. This is bad for the government because they're basically always doing some fucked up shit. So now there's no draft, you get contractors who want to be doing horrific shit, and poor people who are lied to and coerced into doing horrific shit because they simply have no way to make money at home, and all the middle class people can live their silly little lives where bad things happen "over there" and it's "so unfortunate, you know, but what can you do" but it doesn't actually materially impact them.

As I was finishing the book, I had just gotten out of my second year of working in the grocery stores during the pandemic (which is ongoing, despite the prevailing attitude) and into a stupid office job. During those two years I was consistently spit, coughed, and sneezed on, screamed at and threatened for behaving as though COVID were a big deal, while being critically underpaid and overworked as the grocery companies took in billions in profit. For a large chunk of my time there I was doing the pickup service, where employees would get orders from the day before, pick them off the shelves, pack them up, and get them into people's cars. For the first couple months of the pandemic, the department was staffed extra, people had decent hours, wages were raised a few dollars an hour, things were if not good, at least approaching decent. By May of 2020, Kroger cut staffing across the board. Hours were cut. Hazard pay was replaced by a dollar off a bottle of coke coupouns and a 'thank you' email. And our workload doubled, tripled on top of this as it became clear that things were gonna drag on, and the company was gonna make bank off of it.

The moment that sticks out most clearly to me was the 4th of July that same year. Shifts were reduced to near skeleton crews already, but for the holiday we had literally the minimum number of people you could schedule and still have coverage, which was 4. On a normal day, which was pretty busy, we had somewhere between 90 and a hundred orders, and seven or eight people to deal with them and we could usually squeeze by. When I clocked in that morning we had over 200. Every phone was ringing nonstop. Management said they didn't see the orders that we were complaining about (they were looking at the list of cancelled orders, and would not change to the appropriate tab or come to the back to see the labels, which printed automatically and were spilling to the floor) and refused to call anyone else in. It got to the point where our shift lead was just banging the phone off and on the hook repeatedly to hang up calls because if you answered the phone at all it was some suburban freak who never worked a real job before screaming at you that "their order was late and why weren't you picking up, our party is ruined you lazy fuck". We were all sobbing, even while pushing the carts through the store to grab items. It was awful, but we all had bills to pay. Most of the crew had kids to feed. My parents both spent time out of work during this time, and my siblings and I were pitching in to keep a roof over our heads. We had no other choice but to work ten, twelve, sixteen hour days trying to get people their food.

Flash forwards and I now work in the 'nice' part of Seattle. I'm surrounded by middle and upper class yuppie dickheads who've never suffered in their lives, who stopped masking the second it stopped being required, and often before then. They look at me like I'm a freak for wearing a respirator when damn near everyone else is just walking around like nothing is happening as wave after wave of plague rips through the place. People who talk about the last few years as though they were just an inconvenince on their dinner and travel plans, and not like friends and family became crippled, further crippled, or dead serving them. Like I do. Like my friends do. Once a week someone asks 'So when is that coming off?' while hacking coughs fire off in earshot. I hear people talk about their vacations to Dubai while if I miss a bus connection I have to walk a half a mile on the highway shoulder just to get there and pray that some dickhead doesn't flatten me again on the way. All this to make barely enough money to scrape by on my own so that I can have one place in the world mostly safe from the plague.

It's not the same as war, but there are parallels. Poor people in the States and abroad ground to dust deliberately in the name of Capital. No end in sight. Government says it's all going fine. I may not wear the helmet, but I was born to die, man. It fucks you up. But I'm bound and determined to get out, and get as many people out as I can once I've got my feet down somewhere stable. I might be born to die, but that's a ways off yet. I got shit to do.

Peace and Love, y'all.

[comptonbuilders]

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[compton-builders]

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[intercrusroofing]

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Love Thy Neighbour

Chapter 1

With the last box finally safely stowed in the trunk of her car, Amelia closed it, relishing the satisfying clunk. Seattle was unseasonably warm, and although it was barely past 11am, the day was already hotter than hell. She could feel beads of sweat trickling in rivulets down her back and between her breasts, while her brunette locks were damply matted to her forehead. “I must look a sight!”, she thought to herself. Still, she remained in a positive and upbeat mood because today was a special day.

Her son sat in the car. It was cooler there with the air conditioning on. At six years of age, his attention span remained short and while he was at first enthused by the idea of helping her to pack, he had soon grown bored. He began to complain about the heat, how it made him sweaty, and how he was thirsty. Eventually, she’d had to strap him into his booster seat, tablet playing his favourite cartoons, with a cool drink. She looked at him now, his blond hair sticking up in front where a cow’s lick refused it permission to land. His blue eyes, so much like her own, were focused on the screen before him. However, sensing her eyes upon him, Scout turned towards his mom and flashed her a cheeky smile.

“All done, kiddo! Time to go”, she said, looking up at the apartment that had been her home for the past three years. It was bittersweet to be leaving this place. Afterall, it had been her very first independent home. Before moving here, Amelia had always lived with other people and if certain events hadn’t have happened, perhaps that would have remained the case. However, the last three years had been incredibly difficult for her, testing her ability to cope and to survive.

It had all started with the fire. The house that she had shared with her adopted sisters, Meredith, and Maggie, had suffered severe fire damage after being struck by lightning. The roof had needed to be replaced and the inside extensively refurbished and redecorated. The extent of the damage had meant that the repair work was going to take a long time to be completed. Amelia had taken the decision to move into her own apartment.

Then, shortly after that, Meredith had taken the decision to move to Boston for a fresh start with her children. Her departure, while jarring, hadn’t frightened Amelia. Meredith had left once before, after the death of her husband, Derek. Derek had also happened to be Amelia’s brother. Mer had been away for almost a full year. The distance between them had made them closer, crazy as that may sound. They had learned to listen to, respect, and love each other. Ever since then, they had been close enough to consider them sisters, albeit from different misters as the kids were so fond of saying. Having already been separated from Mer, Amelia felt able to cope with her leaving, and although she had known that she would miss her terribly, she knew that she’d be okay.

Then, Maggie had left. Unlike with Meredith, there had been no clues about her desire to leave right up until almost the date of her departure. Maggie had been having trouble in her marriage to Winston, but in her heart, Amelia had believed that they were going to work it all out and that things would be okay again. Unlike with Meredith, losing Maggie had been hard. Maggie was bright and shiny, and she had brought those qualities into Amelia’s world. Also, when Amelia had taken the apartment, Maggie had cooked enough food for Amelia and Scout to survive through the week. Amelia had been a shocking cook back then, capable of burning water. Her sisters kindness had made them even closer so that when the time came, it felt that one of the last people who loved and cared for her was leaving her and this triggered the mourning process for Amelia.

On the very day that Maggie had left Seattle, Kai, her partner, had dropped yet another bombshell into Amelia’s lap. They were leaving too. They had been asked to open a new research lab, one that was three times bigger than the one that they currently worked at in Minnesota. But, they, unlike her sisters, were not going to be a relatively short plane ride away. They were going to be an almost ten-hour flight away in London. England.

When they had told her, Amelia had been devastated. Never had she felt so seen, heard, and free in a relationship. With every moment that she had spent with them, Amelia had felt herself falling deeper and deeper in love with them. In fact, she had just asked them to move to Seattle to live with her when they told her their news.

Talk about a freaking kick in the guts. They were not telling her that they were considering a job offer, but that they had in fact accepted the job already. That’s what probably hurt Amelia the most. The fact that they obviously didn’t see her as a priority in their life. That’s what caused her heart to break and to close. Since Kai had walked out of her apartment and life three years ago, there had been no-one else in her life, bed, or heart, nor was she open to any of those things happening any time soon.

Then came the worst tragedy of all. Link, Scout’s dad, had been killed in a road traffic accident. Going home from work after a long, difficult surgery, he had fallen asleep at the wheel. The car had veered off the road and collided with a telephone pole. He had been killed on impact. Even though they were no longer a couple at the time of his death, Amelia had been inconsolable. The man who had given her the most precious thing she had in this world, her child, was gone and she would always miss him.

As a recovering narcotic and alcohol addict, Amelia had struggled to maintain her sobriety through those dark, dark days. There were times where she had found herself sitting in her car outside of liqueur stores, fighting her self-destructive instinct to drown her sorrows with whiskey and vodka. On still other occasions, she had also been sorely tempted to go down the parts of the city were dealers stood on street corners and score herself some oxys and just meld away into oblivion as their high washed over her.

The one thing that had kept her on the straight and narrow was the child sitting behind her. Scout had already lost one parent, so she had to fight to stay alive for him. It had been painful and without Richard Webber and her AA friends, Amelia knew that she might not have made it. Now three years later, she was proud to say that had been sober for almost ten years and was feeling strong enough to stay that way for the foreseeable future and beyond.

Pushing these gloomy thoughts to the back of her brain, she focused on the good things that she had going within her life. Things like what she was about to do today. Days like today made staying sober easier. She smiled to herself as she steered her vehicle down residential streets to pull up outside of her new house.

“Are we there, Mom?”, Scout asked.

“Yes, squish. We are there. Wanna come take a look with me?”

The child undid his seatbelt and joined his mother on the sidewalk to look at their home. It wasn’t really a new home for them, even though they hadn’t set foot in it for almost three years. Smiling Amelia put her arm around Scout’s shoulders and guided him up the timber steps to the porch of what had once been known as the sister house.

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All this pavement has direct environmental consequences.

One is simply the cost of producing it all: the production of cement is responsible for almost 10 percent of global greenhouse gas emissions, and lots and garages are part of that total, as is all the infrastructure required to serve the sprawl.

A second is the loss of natural land to suburban development. America lost 460,000 acres of wetlands, for example, every year in the 1950s and ’60s, and 290,000 acres a year in the ’70s and ’80s. This transition is associated with steep declines in animal density, especially of birds and bugs. This is happening even in the oldest and slowest-growing parts of the country: Massachusetts, for example, developed more land in the last five decades of the twentieth century than in the three hundred years prior to 1950.

A third is the urban heat island effect. Pavements and roofs absorb energy from the heat-generating elements of urban life, such as buildings and vehicles, which means that cities both warm up faster and cool down slower than natural areas.

A fourth is flooding. A city is, among other things, a complex new hydrological zone, where water collects and flows in unpredictable ways. In sprawling Houston, fifty years of growing faster than any city in America have sealed a Belgium-sized section of Texas grassland beneath asphalt, concrete, and lawn. Flat as a tile and nearly as resistant to water, Houston is the epicenter of the urban flooding epidemic in the United States. When the stronger and more frequent rainstorms caused by climate change pass over this heavily populated region just inland from the Gulf of Mexico, the water has nowhere to go. Various studies have estimated that “impervious” cover such as parking lots may increase runoff and flooding by up to a factor of ten. In the two decades preceding Hurricane Harvey, greater Houston grew by 2.7 million people—the equivalent of adding an entire city of Chicago to the metro area in just twenty years, mostly on former prairie, farmland, and forest. Approximately 770 square miles were developed in this time, with about half of the land becoming impervious. From 1996 to 2011, impervious surface in Harris County increased by a quarter, and from 1992 to 2010, the area lost almost a third of its wetlands—about sixteen thousand acres. In Brays Bayou, one of the city’s major creeks, rainfall has increased by 26 percent over the past forty years—but runoff is up 204 percent. Runoff has tripled because the region has paved its way into an unmapped, manmade floodplain. Subdivisions built upstream are causing hundred-year-old houses downstream to flood for the first time. It’s a problem that goes far beyond Houston. Cities like Chicago and Saint Louis have dug huge underground tunnels to hold all the rain. In Philadelphia and Seattle, homeowners have adopted rain barrels and cultivated native plants. Everywhere, architects have installed green roofs and city planners have replaced the desiccated pits of street trees with reedy green swales. Even the engineers of parking lots are doing their best, adapting to stormy weather with porous materials like gravel or crushed clay.

A fifth consequence of all this pavement is water pollution. Outside of cities, runoff from roads and parking lots often goes straight into lakes and streams. In the northern part of the country, in the winter and spring, this runoff is contaminated with road salt. In the summer, heated by the smoldering blacktop, it can drain ten to twenty degrees hotter than it fell. In all seasons, it is contaminated by pollutants such as motor oil, rubber dust from tires, animal droppings, pesticides, air pollution residue, and heavy metals. Jurisdictions are frantically trying to slow this phenomenon; by 2020 they had created more than 1,800 stormwater utilities in the United States that try to treat or divert runoff away from sensitive habitats.

A sixth is groundwater absorption, the flip side of flooding. The largest stormwater utility of all is funded by a “driveway tax” in sunny Los Angeles, of all places, which in 2021 put a 2.5-cent annual levy on every square foot of pavement. It is not enough money to encourage greener building practices at scale—but will raise enough across the county to build infrastructure to keep the city’s precious rainstorms from being flushed down its concrete river directly into the Pacific Ocean. That will keep the beaches clean. But it will also, crucially, preserve millions of gallons of stormwater that could be used for nonpotable uses like watering lawns and keeping saltwater out of underground aquifers. During difficult times, it could be filtered and put back into the pipes.