Purple Summers had a thousand things to say but didn't know how to express them, while Atra Blanc, on the other hand, comforted her, "Young girl, don't be anxious, you will find your mom. Maybe I look a bit like her, but I truly am not your mother."
Atra Blanc treated Purple Summers as a pitiful soul, so eager for her mother that she was confused, even going as far as showing her own marriage certificate with Clyde Summers to prove that Purple Summers had indeed mistaken her for someone else.
The age listed for Atra Blanc on the marriage certificate was a full ten years younger than her actual age.
No one would suspect it, after all, Atra Blanc looked after herself well and appeared young and beautiful—so much so that no one would believe her if she said she was forty-five.
Purple Summers looked at the obviously photoshopped picture on the red book and felt that her own expression at the moment should be one of numbness.
Clyde Summers was too shameless.
Too shameless.
