Moira hates everything about the curse. She hates that it even exists; she hates that the town itself perpetuates it through gossip and rumors. She's glad that she and James have come to an unspoken understanding, ever since everything they've experienced. But she's perceptive enough to know that he still has a lingering bias against her family. And with good reason. And Moira thinks sometimes that she ought to resent the Thornton clan too. But she refuses to, because it is entirely stupid. They are not their ancestors; Moira wishes the rest of the town could understand that.

"Well, maybe so, but your father still isn't Violet," she points out. However dark and twisted William himself may be, and Moira doesn't doubt that he is, he still lacks her mother's track record. "God, but that's depressing. Even a human sharing things in common with someone like Violet." She shakes her head, wishing she couldn't think about it.

"Only if he misbehaves," Moira replies back with a small grin. "It's the older sister in me."

"Besides," she adds, pointing to her belly. "I have to start practicing for my baby girl."