Polly sighed and ran her fingers over the wooden table in her dining room. the spirits talked to her and warned her that the war between her son and her spiritual son was tearing her heart apart. Why did it come to this? To Michael and Tommy fighting over relevancy and power? Why couldn't they get along together? A powerful family bound by solid ties. They were supposed to love each other but instead, they chose to fight each other and she knew it, deep in her guts, that was going to be a fight to the death.
Polly sighed and wiped a tear that rolled on her cheek. She talked to Mary, hoping that she could listen to her pleas and grant her comfort. She needed to be comforted and Mary's nurturing nature was exactly what Polly needed right now. She just needed someone who would tell her that everything would be alright, even though both knew that they wouldn't be. Tommy and Michael were stubborn. Tommy and Michael were to fight each other. Tommy and Michael were to kill one of them. Much to her dismay.
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