Comes Now the Wicked Woodsman
“"Thanks," I mumbled as Clover slid a steaming plate of scrambled eggs and cubed ham in front of me. My stomach started twisting with the demand that I put the mug down and get something more substantial inside me."You should have called and told us what you needed done," Clover said, taking a seat across from me at her kitchen table, a dark scowl brewing on her pale features. "And you should have come over as soon as you realized the furnace was broken." I shrugged. The population of Night Falls was almost nonexistent. My grandmother had lived there from the day she was born until her death four days ago. Everyone knew she kept animals. Heck, half the town bought eggs from her. Was it wrong to feel like I shouldn't have had to reach out from my university in Michigan to have someone check in on Holly's menagerie for a few days? Wasn't it reasonable to expect someone -- oh, I don't know, maybe my best friend in Night Falls -- to reach out and ask what I might need help with?But then, w...e weren't exactly best friends anymore.MoreLess
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