Okay, so bad prediction with the regular schedule thing, although, I didn't expect to get sick :p. Sorry about that guys. But hey, at least I finally got another chapter out! :) I think I'll be trying to wrap this story up in the next couple of chapters though. I just feel that my heart's not in it the way it should be.

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With Lemon out of the hospital, things became much calmer. Bluebell wasn't deprived of its two doctors and lawyer. Rose was back in school with a clean bill of health. Magnolia was on the dance committee for Bluebell High's Spring Fling. Everything seemed great, like the calm before the storm.

Alice, much to everyone's disappointment, had not left town. Lemon, angry with her mother and heartbroken after what she had seen at Christmas time, refused to see, let alone be in the same room as her mother. Unfortunately, Alice made it very clear she was not leaving until her and her eldest spoke and even though she was staying at the inn in town, she was still getting on everyone's last nerve.

George and Lemon, though they could be in the same room together, were now acting like a couple of awkward teenagers who were going on their first date together. The situation would have been better had Alice not been there, because she was sticking her noise into everyone's business.

Lemon stared at the television, watching old VCR tapes from the nineties where she had recorded almost every figure skating competition and analyzed every move bit by bit for weeks.

She watched the brunette skater slide gracefully over the ice to the center, taking position. The skater wore a beautiful black and purple dress, with sequins and sparkles. The neck was high, covering her throat. The sleeves came to her elbow. In the back, it was completely open, sprayed with crystals. She wore black transparent stockings over her skates. She had a serious expression on her face as she waited for the music.

"Representing American," the announcer's voice came, "Zonne Reinhardt!"

A bar came across the bottom of the screen with the American flag; Zonne's current rank, which was third place; her coach's name, the talented Dana Smith who had coached other Olympic skaters; and finally, her age: fifteen.

When her performance stared, Lemon was entranced. "This is Zonne's second year on the Grand Prix circuit," the announcer told the television audience, "She's a two time world junior medalist and she's hoping to move on to the Grand Prix Finals. In two years, it's quite possible Reinhardt will be skating for Team USA at the Winter Olympics in Nagano."

"And there was her triple-triple," the female announcer spoke, "She's really starting off strong this time. She has a much stronger Free Skate than some of the others and is able to add her own creative flare into the program, and I think the judges will consider that when they score her."

Zonne soared over the ice, gaining speed before she leaped into the air. When she touched down, she started spinning, one leg stretched out as she balanced on the other. She slide gracefully in a spin before sliding into a sit spin, holding her body so that her nose touched her knee, coming back up to perform a lift her foot and hands above her head. Lemon could recognize the signature, even after not seeing the skater perform in years. But as she looked closely, the skater seemed strangely familiar. Her facial expression was something she'd seen recently... but where?

"She's a very elegant skater. She hasn't been skating as long as many of the others, but she is one of the quickest learning skaters. And look at the speed she gets. It's just incredible," one of the announcers spoke. From behind her, someone paused the tape and she jumped.

"Seriously, Lemon? I thought you had this memorized."

"Magnolia Breeland! Give me back that remote right now."

The teenage raised her eyebrow at her sister. "Uh. No."

"Magnolia! Stop harassing your sister," Zoe's voice came as the very pregnant brunette strolled in the room, just as Magnolia had ejected the tape.

"But-"

"Go do your homework or something." Lemon stared at Zoe as the younger blonde left the room. "What?" she snapped.

"It's just, you sounded like a mother."

"Oh."

"It's not a bad thing," Lemon added, "Just different."

As the brunette left some time later, Lemon put the tape back in the machine and hit play. As the tiny brunette skated over the ice, the blonde jumped up. "Zoe!"

When George walked into the Breeland's house, where they decided it would be best for Lemon to recover at, she was asleep on the couch, the remote in her hand. He could see the tape in the machine had been finished and never shut off. Carefully, he pulled a blanket over his wife and took the remote from her hand, shutting off the TV and giving her a kiss.

He'd see her when she woke up.

It had been a few weeks since her surgery and Mrs. Alice Breeland was getting on everyone's nerves, even Lemon who still refused to see her mother.

"Please Lemon, I'm begging you, just go see her so she'll leave," Magnolia pleaded. Brick nodded with his younger daughter's sentiment.

"Fine," the older daughter huffed, "I don't understand why I have to go see her."

"Because she won't leave. Lemon, she won't leave until you see her. So just go, you don't even have to be there long."

"Fine."

They met for tea. The younger woman kept hoping the older one would leave. She still harbored resentful feelings towards the woman since she saw her with the man and the daughter in Daphne. She hadn't wanted them.

"I know you're upset, and rightfully so, but that is no reason to be ignoring me. Lemon, I am your mother and I-"

"Some mother you are."

"Excuse me?" Alice looked straight at her daughter.

"You left us and got yourself a new family."

"Lemon! What are you accusing me of?"

"Nothing I didn't see with my own two eyes. You abandoned us, leaving Daddy a mess, leaving me to raise Magnolia, and now you think you can just walk into our lives."

"Lemon Breeland, I raised you better than this."

"Then I'm sure you raised your new daughter just lovely too. It's probably best you get back to them now."

Outraged, Alice stood up and left. Lemon smiled hollowly at her shallow victory.

She couldn't remember being this tired, even when she was sick, Lemon thought, as she pulled off her shoes and crawled into bed.

Jack thought she looked beautiful. She was wearing a tasteful gray dress that made her look feminine and lovely. "You look great."

She smiled shyly, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. "Thanks." He kissed her cheek, taking her hand as they walked inside. "This is awesome," Rose squealed, hugging Jack as they entered the school gym.

"You're acting like you've never been to a school dance before." Rose shrugged.

"I've never had a boyfriend at one before."

"Well then, let's dance."

She giggled as he dragged her out on the dance floor, spinning her to some music. As he spun her back in, he stumbled and she stepped on his shoes. "Sorry!" they both cried out at ones, before they laughed.

From a far, Magnolia rolled her eyes. She was glad she wasn't with him anyways.

He walked her up to the porch of her house. "I had a great time tonight, Rose."

"I did too." He smiled, kissing her.

"You're beautiful."

"And we are terrible dancers." Jack shrugged.

"I was bound to be bad at something." The two laughed loudly at this. "Good night, Rose. I'll see you later."

"Night, Jack," she whispered as he walked down the steps to where Lavon had parked his car to chauffer Jack back to the plantation.

Well, I did promise dancing. It's sort of dancing (and corny, from my perspective.)

Thank you everyone for your well wishes. I'm better (sort of.) I got better only to sprain my foot and ankle, and hurt my knee, not realize it was sprained (because I'm a total klutz and I just figured oh, it's probably just twisted) so I aggravated the injury so I'm trying to rest it and started typing away trying to get out this chapter. So good things do come out of bad. :D

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