The Handmaid's Tale Alternate Ending

Deuce wasn’t quite sure how long they’d been at the resort. Maybe a few hours?
The instant they’d walked in their cottage, Cleo said that she’d take the girls shopping at the market place to buy swimsuits, since the ones they’d brought were apparently not ‘tropical’ enough. After they’d left, Medusa said she’d look around the cottage a bit more just to figure out what room she’d sleep in. it was at that moment that Deuce decided he’d go check out the master bedroom. But when he found it and sat down on the bed, he fell asleep within a few minutes.
When he awoke, he forgot where he was and panicked for a brief moment. Then he calmed as he remembered where he was, and he sat up to take in his surroundings.
Someone had in in there while he was

“I looked at her name tag,”
“Name tag?”
Deuce then noticed a shiny medallion hanging around the elephant’s neck, and he gently took it in his hands to look at it.
“MY NAME IS ESMERALDA,” the tag read. “I AM PROPERTY OF GRAND ISLAND,”
Medusa grinned, stroking Esmeralda’s wrinkled skin lightly. “She might just walk around as she pleases, all by herself.”
“So, you don’t think she has an owner?” Deuce inquired.
“She can’t possibly,” Medusa said, bringing her hand down. “Nobody can really ‘own’ an elephant- they own themselves.”
The door to the cottage slammed, and Cleo’s voice was heard.
“Deuce, darling, could you- what is THAT!?”
Deuce turned, seeing Cleo standing a few feet away with shopping bags clutched in her hand.
“Is that an elephant!?” she shrieked in alarm. “Get away from it! It looks dirty!”
“Her name is Esmeralda, and she’s quite clean.” Medusa told Cleo in an irritated tone.
“Clean or not, it’s a wild animal! Away, Deuce, now!”
Reluctantly, Deuce stepped away from Esmeralda, murmuring out an apology to her. Esmeralda simply flapped her ears, reaching her trunk up and pulling down a branch to eat. Medusa did not leave her side, and Deuce just watched her silently as he walked inside the

“Don’t you start with me, young Tom.”
“Start what?” Tigerclaw retorted, grinning rebelliously.
“Listen, you!” Toralei snapped in such a loud voice that it made Tigerclaw blink. “I’ve had enough of your attitude with me, you understand?!” Tigerclaw cupped his ear, pretending to be hard of hearing. “What’s that? Could you repeat that?”
“You know what!?” Toralei said finally, walking away. “If you’re gonna act like that, you’re staying home!”
Before Tigerclaw could respond, his mother grabbed her pocket book off the end table and marched out of the cottage with her high heels slamming against the floor. When the door slammed behind her with a loud bang, Tigerclaw sighed heavily.
It wasn’t that he hated his mother or wanted to be disobedient, but something in him just wanted to act out. He’d been good his whole life and he was always very close to his mother, but a part5 of him felt…bored. He was tired of obeying, tired of keeping his mother company when she was lonely and tired of doing everything with her (on occasion, they even showered together ). Something was missing, something always had been missing, and it wasn’t until embarking on this trip that he realized what it was: a father. Tigerclaw, up until this point in his short life, had been relatively content without a father. He couldn’t remember a time when he had a father, his mother never mentioned anything about it, and they seemed to be pretty well off without a second parent. However,