Talk to Clytemnestra

You run to find your mother. She turns and you see the tears in her eyes. Did she know all along?

“My dear daughter.”

“Did you know?” You cannot leave the anger out of your voice.

“I did not. I did not.”

“Mother,” you cry, “what must I do?”

“Talk to your father. I will talk to him too. We will leave tonight my dear. I love you very much.”

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