(drabble written for femslash100)
It had been over a year since Velma and Roxie closed at the Chicago Theatre.
For half that time, Roxie had drifted from one menial job to another.
Then one night, homeless and wandering the streets, she met Mama again.
Mama had taken her in--given her shelter-- given her...if not love, a semblance of it, that
Roxie had come to crave.
Lately, Mama was distant, preoccupied. Sometimes, she pushed Roxie away. Her
questions went unanswered, her tears unremarked.
Then one night, the truth: "Sorry, kid. Velma's back." And the earth