As Alesse entered her trance, her cerulean orbs faded into clear crystal, which always unnerved Woeisme since it made her aunt’s eyes look like hard boiled eggs with small rotten parts at the center. Too gross for words.
Images stuttered through Alesse’s brain, like an old film strip that had fallen off the take-up sprocket and the frames didn’t line up on the screen and the projectionist had to rethread the film through the projector while the high school students started talking about girls and boys and football and those weird Sullen kids who played with their food and only went outside when it was raining. Or so the old stories went. That was back when Bela went to Foforks High and tripped over things that weren’t there. That was when Alesse realized she was directing her thoughts in the wrong direction and felt nostalgic for the good old days when she could dress Bela up like a fairy princess even though Bela preferred jeans.
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