[FEAR STREET X OCS]
"The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow."
All Reyes ever wanted was simple; defeat Sunnyvale, reunite her two best friends who had been torn apart by misunderstandings, and maybe, just maybe, convinc...
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XVII. widow mary
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So far, Solomon hadn't taken the bait.
A week had passed since Clara had ventured to the Goode household, and despite her best efforts, he still hadn't so much as held her hand. Clara wasn't angsty or desperate; she understood the delicate dance they were engaged in. Solomon was a man of influence, but he would only extend his help if he felt he had something to gain in return. And Clara knew she had only one thing to offer.
She glanced over at Sarah and Lizzie, the latter lifting the blanket covering her basket, their chatter rising and falling like the distant notes of a familiar song. The festive atmosphere was palpable, yet Clara felt detached, almost as if she were a ghost watching from the sidelines. Nearby, Constance and her friends belted out an old nursery rhyme that Clara remembered fondly from her childhood, though it now felt like a bittersweet echo of simpler times.
"Pastor Miller, blind as a bat! Pastor Miller, blind as a bat! Tried to read the Bible but his eyes went splat!"
"Oh, but I see you!" Came the jovial voice of Pastor Miller, appearing unexpectedly behind the children. "I've got eyes on the back of my head!"
Clara couldn't help but laugh as Abigail playfully pulled her sister away from the group, a fleeting reminder of the carefree days she had shared with Matilda.
"Clara!" Abigail called, her face lighting up as she spotted her friend. "A full moon rises before nightfall."
Clara giggled, glancing around to ensure no one was within earshot. "Good night to enjoy the fruits of the land."
"I'm coming too!" Constance squealed, bouncing on her feet as she finally broke free from Abigail's grip.
Abigail shot her sister a stern look. "No, you're not."
"Then I'll tell mother!" Constance huffed; her eyes alight with mischief.
"You tell mother, and I'll cut your braids right off your head!" Abigail retorted, the two sisters bantering as they walked away, leaving Clara to shake her head, envious of their ease.
