““She seems to have recovered from the shock of the whole mother and sisters slaughtered thing pretty fast.” I pointed out. “What are you suggesting?” Asked Sweet Pea “Nothing, I was just noticing, that’s all.” Cinderella made a sad motion with her head. “I recognize that resilience. It’s the mark of someone who’s lived a hard life and doesn’t expect any better. I recognize it from when I was a child.” Now, Cindy’s got a sad story. Mother dead, absent father, cruel step-mother and ...sisters. No question. Still, it seemed to me that Emily had a sadder story and was splashing in the tub-pool in a manner that just struck me as odd. But, it was clear that I wasn’t going to make any headway against Pea and Cinderella, and I don’t know what I wanted them to do anyhow. I’d just have to keep my eyes open. When Emily finished her bath, Cinderella did her cool turn the tent transparent trick. We were surrounded. There must have been 25 or 50 or, I don’t know, a fuck-ton of monsters. “Want to go out the bolt-hole?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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