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Waiting for a Sign
When I turned eight, my parents sat me down and explained why we were different than the werewolves and the humans. At the time I didn’t really care, but I’d known that I wasn’t like the other kids that lived on the same street we did. Those kids got to go out during the daytime. They got to have picnics and ice cream and cold lemonade while sitting under a tree.
Sometimes I woke up during the day, put on my sunglasses, and peeked out through the blinds to watch the girls have small tea parties and the boys play baseball in the street. More than once I tried to go outside to play with them, but the house alarms would always go off when I opened a window or a door, and then my parents would show up and put me back to bed.
I wanted what they had, because I didn’t like the dark when I was little. I never knew what was actually there, waiting for me to walk into the shadows so it could grab onto me.
After they died, I knew that they were trying to protect me, just like every parent protects his or her children, and I wanted them back so I could tell them it was okay that they’d kept me close so much.
It was like they knew they weren’t going to be around to watch me grow up, and they wanted me to know what I’d be capable of when I got older.
~*~*~*~
After the girl left with Simon, I went back into the kitchen and filled the sink with hot water so I could wash the dishes again. I needed something to keep my hands busy, so I loaded the dishes into the sink instead of the dishwasher. If my hands were left with nothing to do, then I might’ve done something along the lines of punching Eleanor right in her three times fixed nose.
It annoyed me, this feeling of not wanting to see Simon with any other girls. Jealousy and envy were emotions I wasn’t used to feeling. I’d never really been in a position to want someone that another person was with. Sure, I wanted out of the house, but it wasn’t jealousy or envy that fuelled me; that was more irritated anger than anything else.
So, instead of beating the crap out of someone, I scrubbed a dozen plates and almost went straight through the bottom of a metal stewing pot.
I think I was a little worked up over this whole ride thing. I mean, Simon and that girl just met in the dining room. It wasn’t like they knew each other, or that they were dating.
That certainly was implied by the hopeful mothers. It made me feel strange. I couldn’t imagine being pushed into that kind of situation, completely clueless to what the end result would be.
And that girl just wouldn’t fit Simon. She was too pretty, too neat, too uptight. She and Simon wouldn’t have anything to talk about, unless he had a secret stamp collection or something.
My head went up to look out the window and I sighed, knowing I was thinking about stupid things. Simon could date who he wanted to, and if he wanted to see this other girl, this Marianna, then good for him.
Of course, I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t rip her throat out and drink her blood. It would serve her right, trying to move in on what’s mine.
Wait. Since when was Simon mine? I clenched the steel wool in my hand so hard I was turning it into one piece of steel. Homicidal tendencies were new as well, so I tried to breathe deep and get past them.
Still, I didn’t mind the adrenaline rush.
I went back to scrubbing, working to refrain from stabbing some girl who was on her way to school, and cringed when I heard the front door slam open. The heel clicks on the wood of the hallway told me it was Michaela home from the high school after a half day. It looked like she was skipping again. If Eleanor saw her, she’d probably ask what was going on then get the silent treatment from her daughter.
Michaela walked into the kitchen and dumped her crap on the island counter, heading for the small liquor cabinet. She pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and gave me a smirk when she saw me watching. “You gonna tell on me for having a drink?”
Sometimes I wanted to punch her right in the stomach, or in the face, but I held back. “No. If you want to drink illegally in the middle of the day, you go right ahead. Don’t come crying to me when you get sick.”
“I’ve had whiskey before. I’m not going to get sick.” She started drinking straight from the bottle, giving me a look of boredom and annoyance. “You want a drink? It might take the uptight bitch out of you.”
I was uptight? I looked over at her again, narrowing my eyes at her. “I can’t drink or eat, Michaela. It would make me sick.”
She snickered, leaning against the counter as she took another drink. “That’s too bad. Oh, I saw some girl in Simon’s car when we passed him on the road to the house. I’ve seen her at some of the parties. Apparently she’s the only unmarried girl left in one of the oldest werewolf families, so of course Mom’s got marriage between her and Simon near the front of her mind. Haven’t you noticed she’s got dreams of absolute power?”
“I’ve noticed she’s got dreams of absolute vanity, and that she clearly has no ambitions except being the richest out of all her friends.”
Michaela laughed, starting to drink more out of the bottle. “Yeah, well, that’s Mom. It’s too bad for you that she’s working on Simon to get married.”
I stopped scrubbing and dropped the pot in the sink when I turned to look at her, the loud bang of metal on metal startling her. “What do you mean, it’s too bad for me?”
She gave me a look and scoffed, putting the bottle down on the countertop. “I mean I’ve seen the way you look at my brother, like you want to take a bite out of him.” Her finger came out and jabbed me in the shoulder. “There’s no way my brother’s going to date some employee, let alone a vampire. You’re like a parasite, feeding off of other people. Besides, look at you. You’re filthy, you’re pale as hell, you’re so wrapped up you look like a leper. What would he see in you? You’re a-”
I grabbed onto her blouse and pushed her back against the wall, flashing my fangs at her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Listen up, little girl. You have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, you seem a little clueless when it comes to certain things, so let me clarify them for you. One, I’m not interested in your brother, so you can stop bitching. Two, I may work here, but that doesn’t mean you can push me around. Three, I don’t appreciate the slurs against vampires. I could crush every bone in your body before you even have a chance to scream for help.”
Slowly, I pulled back, but I moved to look into a pair of very scared eyes. “Now that you’ve been educated, maybe you can start leaving me alone. Also, I don’t want to have to pick up any more of your crap, so you’re going to have to clean up after yourself from now on. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes went wide as she nodded, and I gave her a smile. “Good.” I let go of her shirt, and pulled the scarf off of my head. “Now, I’m going to start my evening off a little early. If your mother’s looking for me, I’ll be down in my room.” I left her standing there as I headed down the hallway to my bedroom.
Once I got there I locked the door and climbed into bed, quickly falling asleep. I could always sleep better during the day. It was probably because of being a vampire, the ability to sleep when the sun’s at its highest point in the sky. It felt like a defence mechanism, hiding away from the sun at the time when it could hurt me the most.
When I woke up the sun was almost down and someone was knocking on my door. I got up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and pushing the hair out of my face, and unlocked the door still half-asleep. “What is it?”
“I thought we had a date tonight.”
My hand stopped on the doorknob, my heart starting to race when I heard his voice. I exhaled deeply when I opened the door, and looked up at him. It really was Simon.
Simon with his streaked hair falling into his eyes, Simon with the light behind me shining in the dark blue of his eyes and the silver of his piercings. I kept meaning to ask him why he got them, but I was forever forgetting. He had a way of making me forget things.
I let the door swing open and stood there watching his face. “Well, I was catching up on some sleep.”
He smiled at me as he walked in, closing the door before leaning back against it. “That’s good. I wouldn’t want you all tired when we go out.” I must’ve made a face or something, because he frowned and reached up to stroke my cheek. “You don’t want to go out?”
I sighed and moved to lean against him, sliding my arms around him. He was so warm; I needed to hold onto him until I felt better. “I don’t know if I feel like it. I mean, we could go out if you want.”
“Hmmm.” His arms wrapped around me hard, his hands rubbing up and down my back. “We could go out, but we could stay here and you could get some more sleep.” His lips brushed against my forehead and I pressed closer. “I don’t care what we do. I want to make sure you’re right there with me.”
His saying that made me feel so much better. I knew he’d rather be with me than with anyone else, even though it still scared me a little. Maybe this thing between us could actually work out.
I hugged him, then tipped my face up so I could kiss him. “We can stay here.”
“Good.” He lifted me up and spun me around in a circle. “So, does this mean I can kiss you as much as I want?”
I chuckled, holding onto him, thinking it’d be so easy to fall in love with him, but it was just too soon.
When I turned eight, my parents sat me down and explained why we were different than the werewolves and the humans. At the time I didn’t really care, but I’d known that I wasn’t like the other kids that lived on the same street we did. Those kids got to go out during the daytime. They got to have picnics and ice cream and cold lemonade while sitting under a tree.
Sometimes I woke up during the day, put on my sunglasses, and peeked out through the blinds to watch the girls have small tea parties and the boys play baseball in the street. More than once I tried to go outside to play with them, but the house alarms would always go off when I opened a window or a door, and then my parents would show up and put me back to bed.
I wanted what they had, because I didn’t like the dark when I was little. I never knew what was actually there, waiting for me to walk into the shadows so it could grab onto me.
After they died, I knew that they were trying to protect me, just like every parent protects his or her children, and I wanted them back so I could tell them it was okay that they’d kept me close so much.
It was like they knew they weren’t going to be around to watch me grow up, and they wanted me to know what I’d be capable of when I got older.
~*~*~*~
After the girl left with Simon, I went back into the kitchen and filled the sink with hot water so I could wash the dishes again. I needed something to keep my hands busy, so I loaded the dishes into the sink instead of the dishwasher. If my hands were left with nothing to do, then I might’ve done something along the lines of punching Eleanor right in her three times fixed nose.
It annoyed me, this feeling of not wanting to see Simon with any other girls. Jealousy and envy were emotions I wasn’t used to feeling. I’d never really been in a position to want someone that another person was with. Sure, I wanted out of the house, but it wasn’t jealousy or envy that fuelled me; that was more irritated anger than anything else.
So, instead of beating the crap out of someone, I scrubbed a dozen plates and almost went straight through the bottom of a metal stewing pot.
I think I was a little worked up over this whole ride thing. I mean, Simon and that girl just met in the dining room. It wasn’t like they knew each other, or that they were dating.
That certainly was implied by the hopeful mothers. It made me feel strange. I couldn’t imagine being pushed into that kind of situation, completely clueless to what the end result would be.
And that girl just wouldn’t fit Simon. She was too pretty, too neat, too uptight. She and Simon wouldn’t have anything to talk about, unless he had a secret stamp collection or something.
My head went up to look out the window and I sighed, knowing I was thinking about stupid things. Simon could date who he wanted to, and if he wanted to see this other girl, this Marianna, then good for him.
Of course, I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t rip her throat out and drink her blood. It would serve her right, trying to move in on what’s mine.
Wait. Since when was Simon mine? I clenched the steel wool in my hand so hard I was turning it into one piece of steel. Homicidal tendencies were new as well, so I tried to breathe deep and get past them.
Still, I didn’t mind the adrenaline rush.
I went back to scrubbing, working to refrain from stabbing some girl who was on her way to school, and cringed when I heard the front door slam open. The heel clicks on the wood of the hallway told me it was Michaela home from the high school after a half day. It looked like she was skipping again. If Eleanor saw her, she’d probably ask what was going on then get the silent treatment from her daughter.
Michaela walked into the kitchen and dumped her crap on the island counter, heading for the small liquor cabinet. She pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and gave me a smirk when she saw me watching. “You gonna tell on me for having a drink?”
Sometimes I wanted to punch her right in the stomach, or in the face, but I held back. “No. If you want to drink illegally in the middle of the day, you go right ahead. Don’t come crying to me when you get sick.”
“I’ve had whiskey before. I’m not going to get sick.” She started drinking straight from the bottle, giving me a look of boredom and annoyance. “You want a drink? It might take the uptight bitch out of you.”
I was uptight? I looked over at her again, narrowing my eyes at her. “I can’t drink or eat, Michaela. It would make me sick.”
She snickered, leaning against the counter as she took another drink. “That’s too bad. Oh, I saw some girl in Simon’s car when we passed him on the road to the house. I’ve seen her at some of the parties. Apparently she’s the only unmarried girl left in one of the oldest werewolf families, so of course Mom’s got marriage between her and Simon near the front of her mind. Haven’t you noticed she’s got dreams of absolute power?”
“I’ve noticed she’s got dreams of absolute vanity, and that she clearly has no ambitions except being the richest out of all her friends.”
Michaela laughed, starting to drink more out of the bottle. “Yeah, well, that’s Mom. It’s too bad for you that she’s working on Simon to get married.”
I stopped scrubbing and dropped the pot in the sink when I turned to look at her, the loud bang of metal on metal startling her. “What do you mean, it’s too bad for me?”
She gave me a look and scoffed, putting the bottle down on the countertop. “I mean I’ve seen the way you look at my brother, like you want to take a bite out of him.” Her finger came out and jabbed me in the shoulder. “There’s no way my brother’s going to date some employee, let alone a vampire. You’re like a parasite, feeding off of other people. Besides, look at you. You’re filthy, you’re pale as hell, you’re so wrapped up you look like a leper. What would he see in you? You’re a-”
I grabbed onto her blouse and pushed her back against the wall, flashing my fangs at her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Listen up, little girl. You have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, you seem a little clueless when it comes to certain things, so let me clarify them for you. One, I’m not interested in your brother, so you can stop bitching. Two, I may work here, but that doesn’t mean you can push me around. Three, I don’t appreciate the slurs against vampires. I could crush every bone in your body before you even have a chance to scream for help.”
Slowly, I pulled back, but I moved to look into a pair of very scared eyes. “Now that you’ve been educated, maybe you can start leaving me alone. Also, I don’t want to have to pick up any more of your crap, so you’re going to have to clean up after yourself from now on. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes went wide as she nodded, and I gave her a smile. “Good.” I let go of her shirt, and pulled the scarf off of my head. “Now, I’m going to start my evening off a little early. If your mother’s looking for me, I’ll be down in my room.” I left her standing there as I headed down the hallway to my bedroom.
Once I got there I locked the door and climbed into bed, quickly falling asleep. I could always sleep better during the day. It was probably because of being a vampire, the ability to sleep when the sun’s at its highest point in the sky. It felt like a defence mechanism, hiding away from the sun at the time when it could hurt me the most.
When I woke up the sun was almost down and someone was knocking on my door. I got up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and pushing the hair out of my face, and unlocked the door still half-asleep. “What is it?”
“I thought we had a date tonight.”
My hand stopped on the doorknob, my heart starting to race when I heard his voice. I exhaled deeply when I opened the door, and looked up at him. It really was Simon.
Simon with his streaked hair falling into his eyes, Simon with the light behind me shining in the dark blue of his eyes and the silver of his piercings. I kept meaning to ask him why he got them, but I was forever forgetting. He had a way of making me forget things.
I let the door swing open and stood there watching his face. “Well, I was catching up on some sleep.”
He smiled at me as he walked in, closing the door before leaning back against it. “That’s good. I wouldn’t want you all tired when we go out.” I must’ve made a face or something, because he frowned and reached up to stroke my cheek. “You don’t want to go out?”
I sighed and moved to lean against him, sliding my arms around him. He was so warm; I needed to hold onto him until I felt better. “I don’t know if I feel like it. I mean, we could go out if you want.”
“Hmmm.” His arms wrapped around me hard, his hands rubbing up and down my back. “We could go out, but we could stay here and you could get some more sleep.” His lips brushed against my forehead and I pressed closer. “I don’t care what we do. I want to make sure you’re right there with me.”
His saying that made me feel so much better. I knew he’d rather be with me than with anyone else, even though it still scared me a little. Maybe this thing between us could actually work out.
I hugged him, then tipped my face up so I could kiss him. “We can stay here.”
“Good.” He lifted me up and spun me around in a circle. “So, does this mean I can kiss you as much as I want?”
I chuckled, holding onto him, thinking it’d be so easy to fall in love with him, but it was just too soon.
and here's part 11, done in the middle of the night. well, i'm not surprised.
it was a good
up here, and a good birthday. had a good birthday dinner of delivery pizza and eggnog cheesecake. tomorrow i get a chocolate cake that just screams 'chocolate caffiene headache'. i get those. they're not fun.
enjoy people. will write more when i'm not playing new video games.
edit 5/17: fiddled and edited and twiddled with.
it was a good
up here, and a good birthday. had a good birthday dinner of delivery pizza and eggnog cheesecake. tomorrow i get a chocolate cake that just screams 'chocolate caffiene headache'. i get those. they're not fun.enjoy people. will write more when i'm not playing new video games.
edit 5/17: fiddled and edited and twiddled with.
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~~~
Waiting for a Sign
When I turned eight, my parents sat me down and explained why we were different than the werewolves and the humans. At the time I didn’t really care, but I’d known that I wasn’t like the other kids [WHO][DELthat] lived on the same street we did. Those kids got to go out during the daytime. They got to have picnics and ice cream and cold lemonade while sitting under a tree.
Sometimes I woke up during the day, put on my sunglasses, and peeked out through the blinds to watch the girls have small tea parties and the boys play baseball in the street. More than once I tried to go outside to play with them, but the house alarms would always go off when I opened a window or a door, and then my parents would show up and put me back to bed.
I wanted what they had, because I didn’t like the dark when I was little. I never knew what was actually there, waiting for me to walk into the shadows so it could grab onto me.
After [they] died, I knew [DELthat] [they] were trying to protect me, just like every parent protects his or her children, and I wanted [them] back so I could tell [them] it was okay that [they]’d kept me close [DELso much].
It was like [they] knew [they] weren’t going to be around to watch me grow up, and [they] wanted me to know what I’d be capable of when I got older.
[ALOT OF PRONOUNS IN THOSE LAST TWO PARAS]
~*~*~*~
After the girl left with Simon, I went back into the kitchen and filled the sink with hot water so I could wash the dishes again. I needed something to keep my hands busy, so I loaded the dishes into the sink instead of the dishwasher. If my hands were left with nothing to do, then [I...WOULDN’T THE PRONOUN BE ‘THEY’ SINCE YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT HER HANDS?] might’ve done something along the lines of punching Eleanor right in her three times fixed nose.
It annoyed me, this feeling of not wanting to see Simon with any other girls. Jealousy and envy were emotions I wasn’t used to [DELfeeling]. I’d never [DELreally] been in a position to want someone [DELthat] another person was with. Sure, I wanted out of the house, but it wasn’t jealousy or envy that fuelled me; [IT][DELthat] was more irritated anger than anything else.
So, instead of beating the crap out of someone, I scrubbed a dozen plates and almost went straight through the bottom of a metal stewing pot.
I think I was a little worked up over this whole ride thing. I mean, Simon and that girl just met in the dining room. It wasn’t like they knew each other, or [DELthat they] were dating.
That certainly was implied by the hopeful mothers. It made me feel strange. I couldn’t imagine being pushed into that kind of situation, completely clueless to what the end result would be.
And that girl just wouldn’t fit Simon. She was too pretty, too neat, too uptight. She and Simon wouldn’t have anything to talk about, unless he had a secret stamp collection or something.
My head went up to look out the window and I sighed, knowing I was thinking about stupid things. Simon could date who he wanted to, and if he wanted to see this other girl, this Marianna, then good for him.
Of course, I couldn’t guarantee [DELthat] I wouldn’t rip her throat out and drink her blood. It would serve her right, trying to move in on what’s mine.
Wait. Since when was Simon mine?
[NEW PARA]I clenched the steel wool in my hand so hard I was turning it into one piece of steel. Homicidal tendencies were new as well, so I tried to breathe deep and get past them.
Still, I didn’t mind the adrenaline rush.
I went back to scrubbing, working to refrain from stabbing some girl who was on her way to school, and cringed when I heard the front door slam open. The heel clicks on the wood of the hallway told me it was Michaela home from the high school after a half day. It looked like she was skipping again. If Eleanor saw her, she’d probably ask what was going on then get the silent treatment from her daughter.
Michaela walked into the kitchen and dumped her crap on the island counter, heading for the small liquor cabinet. She pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and gave me a smirk when she saw me watching. “You gonna tell on me for having a drink?”
Sometimes I wanted to punch her right in the stomach, or in the face, but I held back. “No. If you want to drink illegally in the middle of the day, you go right ahead. Don’t come crying to me when you get sick.”
“I’ve had whiskey before. I’m not going to get sick.” She started drinking straight from the bottle, giving me a look of boredom and annoyance. “You want a drink? It might take the uptight bitch out of you.”
I was uptight? I looked over at her again, narrowing my eyes at her. “I can’t drink or eat, Michaela. It would make me sick.”
She snickered, leaning against the counter as she took another drink. “That’s too bad. Oh, I saw some girl in Simon’s car when we passed him on the road to the house. I’ve seen her at some of the parties. Apparently she’s the only unmarried girl left in one of the oldest werewolf families, so of course Mom’s got marriage between her and Simon near the front of her mind. Haven’t you noticed she’s got dreams of absolute power?”
“I’ve noticed she’s got dreams of absolute vanity, and that she clearly has no ambitions except being the richest out of all her friends.”
Michaela laughed, starting to drink more out of the bottle. “Yeah, well, that’s Mom. It’s too bad for you that she’s working on Simon to get married.”
I stopped scrubbing and dropped the pot in the sink when I turned to look at her, the loud bang of metal on metal startling her. “What do you mean, it’s too bad for me?”
She gave me a [WHAT KIND OF?] look and scoffed, putting the bottle down on the countertop. “I mean I’ve seen the way you look at my brother, like you want to take a bite out of him.” Her finger came out and jabbed me in the shoulder. “There’s no way my brother’s going to date some employee, let alone a vampire. You’re like a parasite, feeding off of other people. Besides, look at you. You’re filthy, you’re pale as hell, you’re so wrapped up you look like a leper. What would he see in you? You’re a-”
I grabbed onto her blouse and pushed her back against the wall, flashing my fangs at her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Listen up, little girl. You have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, you seem a little clueless when it comes to certain things, so let me clarify them for you. One, I’m not interested in your brother, so you can stop bitching. Two, I may work here, but that doesn’t mean you can push me around. Three, I don’t appreciate the slurs against vampires. I could crush every bone in your body before you even have a chance to scream for help.”
Slowly, I pulled back, but I moved to look into a pair of very scared eyes. “Now that you’ve been educated, maybe you can start leaving me alone. Also, I don’t want to have to pick up any more of your crap, so you’re going to have to clean up after yourself from now on. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes went wide as she nodded, and I gave her a smile. “Good.” I let go of her shirt, and pulled the scarf off of my head. “Now, I’m going to start my evening off a little early. If your mother’s looking for me, I’ll be [DELdown] in my room.” I left her standing there as I headed down the hallway to my bedroom.
Once I got there[,] I locked the door and climbed into bed, quickly falling asleep. I could always sleep better during the day. It was probably because of being a vampire, the ability to sleep when the sun’s at its highest point in the sky. It felt like a [DEFENSE][DELdefence] mechanism, hiding away from the sun at the time when it could hurt me the most.
When I woke up the sun was almost down and someone was knocking on my door. [DELI got up slowly], rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and pushing the hair out of my face, [I GOT UP AND] and unlocked the door[,] still half-asleep. “What is it?”
“I thought we had a date tonight.”
My hand stopped on the doorknob, my heart starting to race when I heard his voice. I exhaled deeply when I opened the door, and looked up at him. It really was Simon.
Simon with his streaked hair falling into his eyes, Simon with the light behind me shining in the dark blue of his eyes and the silver of his piercings. I kept meaning to ask him why he got them, but I was forever forgetting. He had a way of making me forget things.
I let the door swing open and stood there watching his face. “Well, I was catching up on some sleep.”
He smiled at me as he walked in, closing the door before [lean]ing back against it. “That’s good. I wouldn’t want you all tired when we go out.” I must’ve made a face or something, because he frowned and reached up to stroke my cheek. “You don’t want to go out?”
I sighed [AND SNUGGLED UP] [DELand moved to lean] against him, sliding my arms around him [WHERE? WAIST? NECK?]. He was so warm; I needed to hold onto him until I felt better. “I don’t know if I feel like it. I mean, we could go out if you want.”
“Hmmm.” His arms wrapped around me hard, his hands rubbing up and down my back. “We could go out, but we could stay here and you could get some more sleep.” His lips brushed against my forehead and I pressed closer. “I don’t care what we do. I want to make sure you’re right there with me.”
His saying that made me feel so much better. I knew he’d rather be with me than with anyone else, even though it still scared me a little. Maybe this thing between us could actually work out.
I hugged him, then tipped my face up so I could kiss him. “We can stay here.”
“Good.” He lifted me up and spun me around in a circle. “So, does this mean I can kiss you as much as I want?”
I chuckled, holding onto him, thinking it’d be so easy to fall in love with him, but it was just too soon.
~~~
Simon’s too sweet. They need to make more men like in in real life.
Your writing was pretty clean in this chap. Nothing much to pick at. My only observance was that Erin was so jealous earlier of Mari, but she didn’t question Simon about it when they finally came face to face. What happened to all that envy and pent up rage?
As usual, take what you need.
KM