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Madeline!
Caitlin could honestly not wait for this year to be over. She knew it was just a day on the calender, that in the whole wide spectrum of the world and universe, December 31st turning into January 1st didn't actually wash away all of the ill will the 'year' before brought, but holy hell was she ready to give in to all that garbage. It was amazing, really, how different one year could be from the next. 1978 was filled with nothing but good, marriages---babies, children, just a lovely year for her and her family. Of course there had been a few bumps, but when New Year's rolled around, she remembered wishing the year wouldn't end.

Now---now it was a bloody good riddance, and Caitlin knocked softly on Madeline's front door, quite the opposite from her nearly violent mood. Her friend was upset and in a fragile state, there was no need to lay her worries on Madeline. That was what her husband was for, of course.

Her eyes drifted around the frame of the door, remembering what it was like to be pregnant with Luciana---Luciana, who had already lost two uncles and an aunt before she even had the capacity to remember them. That was what pained her the most, the fact that her daughter, her future children, were so unfairly taken away the joy of their family, it was just--it was just ridiculous, and for what? What did any of her family's deaths prove? Nothing, they didn't do a damn thing and---

"Hello!" she chirped when the door opened, presenting Madeline with a perfectly happy expression. Caitlin had always been good at putting on a mask. "I've brought you a bottle of mustard and of ketchup---and various items to dip into them."