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Carla took a deep breath to suck it in.
     
    “I love this place,” she said,
     
    “I told you, you should have moved to Mumbles, by us; much more inspiration then this place”.
     
    Carla smiled again. She remembered her mother trying to talk her out of buying the beach house and move closer to her in Swansea.
     
    “Anyway, I’m a fool, that’s what I’m like,” added Patricia. She looked out at the sea, thinking it wasn’t such a bad place after all. She was proud of her daughter and all that she had achieved. She could still remember her daughter’s teenage years when she suddenly turned into a recluse. She never thought she would turn out as well as she had done, or as successful.
     
    “When I think of all the men I could have married...” She looked up into the skies and let out an over exaggerated sigh. “Oh well,” she said.
     
    “You love him to bits,” Carla told her.
     
    Patricia pieced her lips together in an almost pout and gave Carla a funny look. There was a minute or so of silence, but not an awkward silence. Both mother and daughter looked out onto the beach; Carla was right, from a short distance they could be mistaken for sisters. They saw tiny images of children playing in the sands. For Patricia, it reminded her of her own daughter many years ago, when they used to take her to the beaches. Carla, though, was thinking about the children she may never have, as life was catching up with her. Patricia eventually broke the silence.
     
     
    “Well, how did it go?” asked her mother already guessing the answer.
     
    Their eyes met and Carla bit her bottom lip, her eyes started watering. Patricia just wanted Carla to let the tears flow and to not hold anything back, but she knew her daughter wouldn’t.
     
    “Don’t tell me they didn’t accept it,” Patricia added.
     
    Carla shook her head desperately trying not to let the tears flow.
     
    “Why ever not? What was wrong with it? I’ve read it and it was every bit as good as the first, if not better!”
     
    Carla forced a smile. She knew it wasn’t as good and she knew her mother knew that also, but isn’t that what mothers do? She asked herself.
     
    “They said it wasn’t racy enough and they don’t want her dead. They want to turn her into a porn star, they want X-rated stuff. I had so many other ideas but they just want sex”. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked out at the sea, as if seeking answers.
     
    “Well, is that really so bad? They haven’t totally rejected it,” asked Patricia, trying to put a good spin on it, but Carla just let out a sigh.
     
    “No they haven’t totally rejected it. I didn’t want to be an erotic writer, and Charlotte was my hero , not my porn star.” She put her finger against her teeth, as if cleaning them. Her mother recognised the motion as a sign of hiding her disappointment.
     
    “Well, just have her screwing around a bit, give them what they want and a lot more. Create the best erotica you can; have them gagging for more, then you can dictate your own terms, when it smashes the charts.”
     
    Carla loved the enthusiasm of her mother; it was contagious and immediately cheered her up. A smile came to her lips and she caught her mother’s eyes; they were still deep and beautiful.
     
    “I can’t write all that graphic stuff!”
     
    “Just imagine it’s you and Darren and...” She saw Carla’s face of non-approval.
     
    “Well, perhaps not! How is dick-head, anyway?” she added.
     
    Carla giggled, loving her mother’s terms of reference. “I can try, I suppose. I don’t want Dad reading it though.” She didn’t want to tell her mother that her and Darren’s sex life was… well... certainly nothing like Charlotte’s.
    Patricia tutted, “Him! He’s so damn lazy I bet he’s forgotten how to read,” referring to her husband. Patricia leaned over the table and put her hand on the top of Carla’s arm; “if you get stuck, I could help you with