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                                                                     E P I L O G U E

                                                                     "Nôtre Étoiles"

                                                          .                    .                    .

                                                    ACTUALLY 15 YEARS LATER

Chaotic.

That's a really good word to describe the Foster's.

"There are two ways home, down one long road! One clear path to two conclusions! Does the story end, or never end? Does the secret fade, or is it everlasting?" Viola sings as she slides into the bustling kitchen in her extra slippery socks. "I could return to my mother," she continues, hurrying over to Callie and wrapping her arms around her mother's torso for a moment before backing away, "Like nothing has happened!"

"Oh my god," Lennon groans, shoveling another spoonful of grits into his mouth. "Stop singing for Christ's sake. This is a house not a theater."

"It's my theater." she retorts and smiles at her brother sweetly. "Lil brother."

"By like two minutes!"

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