Shelley is standing in her room, right before her window with an angry look on her face, before she frustratingly picks up a book to tear it apart. Then she stomps on the floor making the chandelier of the room that underneath hers shakes a bit and its lights flick.
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"Is she really OK?" Roman asks as he drives his uncle.
"How would you say she's doing? In general." Norman asks and Roman shrugs.
"I don't know. Psychotic? So, yeah." Norman starts to laugh and Roman joins. Norman eventually stops and looks upward. "How are you doing?" Roman asks him.
"Do you have any idea who might have impregnated my daughter?"
"If I did, he'd be at the bottom of the river by now." Norman looks ahead of him. "Unfortunately, I don't know any more than you."
"Would you tell me if you did?" Norman looks at him. Roman looks back for seconds.
"Yeah." Then they look ahead of them.
"Does she seem happy to you? Letha." Norman asks again.
"As happy as I've ever seen her, I guess." Roman responds, uncomfortably. "Do you think that's some kind of... red flag?"
"Probably just hormonal euphoria. Ha! I don't know."
The ride after this becomes quite. Roman parks the car right in front of the building.
"I'm watching out for her. I want you to know that. I always will." Roman tells him.
"Good." Norman responds then pats Roman's knee. "Good." Before he gets off the car then the two salute each other.
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Roman drives to Peter's, but when he almost reaches there he sees a familiar Toyota car, Letha's, is parked near the trailer. Roman immediately stops the car and gets out of, it striding to them. Peter and Letha gets out of the car and she smiles when she sees her cousin.
"Hey, Roman."
"Hey." And hug each other. She pulls away to step back near Peter
"Uh, we ran into each other in town." Peter says.
"So I see." Roman briefly responds.
"We got some frozen yogurt. I had another sick craving." She says chuckling a bit.
"In your condition. I can only imagine." Roman responds with a smile, then they all fall in silence. "Maybe I had to be there." Then footsteps start, they belonged to Nellie who reach the teenagers from Peter's trailer direction.
"Nellie!" Letha beams immediately before going to hug her, but the shorter girl doesn't hug back. "What are doing here, you OK?" As she pulls away before Nellie takes her arm to move with her aside.
"Just let me grieve in... Silence." She glances away at her mom who rises up as she strides the stairs, also from Peter's trailer's way. "Ma'am." And mocks saluting.
"It's over?" Nellie nods. "You threw it away?" Nellie nods. "Thank God." Imogene exhales in reilef. "Hi Peter." In normal tone, Peter frowns a bit.
"Mama." Nellie extends her arm toward her mom, with a smile. "Proudly. But still mad for making me throw my friend away."
"What did you want to do? Have it corpse in home?"
"It's Him, firstly. Secondly, no one told you to kill him." Letha eyes widen.
"Kill who?" And looks at Nellie who looks back.
"My friend." Emotionlessly, Nellie answers.
"Wait you sensitive!" Imogene exclaims. "Do you know about what we are talking or what?" She asks the teenagers.
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The Fixer | H.G
Mistério / SuspenseA new resident has just arrived in Hemlock Grove, Nellie Smith. With her family, they will feel the curse of their decision to go to that city.
