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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4576257" data-attributes="member: 79171">On the BusThis is a slight back-track to Koln's questionClover blushed, thinking about her family and her upbringing, 'I'm not sure I want to tell them. It's nothing like either of their stories. It's not like I've ever suffered any sort of hardship, per se.'Lucky for her, the bus pulled up to take them uptown. Momentarily distracted, the three of them shuffled inside and Clover paid their fares. Then, as per what seemed to be becoming custom, they took a seat at the back of the bus for the ride that would take them to the police station. For a moment, Clover breathed easily, thinking that she was off the hook. But then, Koln persisted and she felt herself fluster uncomfortably.Clover felt their eyes on her, and she managed to mumble, "Yes, I was raised Catholic."Then, she found strength to raise her voice, "I was born and raised in New York City. I'm an only child. My parents both come from very strict Catholic backgrounds, so I was raised the same way. I went to an all-girls Catholic school all my life. So... here I am." She finished lamely. She wasn't too comfortable going further. Maybe she was just embarrassed. 'They don't need to know that my father own a bank that keeps two thirds of the diocese of New York's money under lock and key, right? And that little detail about being heiress to a multi-million dollar fortune? No. Not important at all. Embarrassing, actually. Compared to what these two have gone through.'She flushed, again ashamed that twice now she had been so willing to end her life.</blockquote>

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