Frehley's Comet

Lewis frowned at her friend.

“What do you plan to make us do this time?” the farmer asked. Lily stood her ground.

“We have a new neighbour moving in,” she said.

“Okay…” Lewis said. The leader looked at her friends. She was met with dull and distant looks on their faces. Don’t show too much enthusiasm now.

“And?” Lewis asked.

“Aren’t you a bit curious?” Lily asked.

“Not really,” Muriel said. Clyde tilted her head back from side to side. Lily threw back her head and groaned. What was it going to take with these women? This was beyond depression at this point. The leader cleared her throat.

“This will not do,” Lily said. “We’re going to meet them right now!” She turned and marched off. The other old biddies looked at each other.

“Think we can make a break for it?” Muriel whispered. Lewis took one look over her shoulder. Lily stood in the distance with her arms folded across her chest, folding.

“Yeah,” Lewis said, nodding. “Yes, we can.” She, Muriel, and Clyde all looked at each other for a beat. They silently counted to three.

“Come back here!” Lily shouted as her friends took off running.

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Everyone keeps talking about the new neighbor. So far, they only saw a van parked in front of one of the houses in Muriel’s neighborhood. No one had seen any people around. Were their possessions being moved in first?

Annie was listening in while cleaning the counter. Gossip usually didn’t keep her attention these days. However, a new neighbor moving in rarely happened in this town anymore. The café owner paused for a moment.

“Who moved in, auntie?” Crusher asked. Annie turned her head.

“Hm?” she asked. Her nephew looked like a little boy in the face.

“I don’t know,” she said. Annie narrowed her eyes.

“Why aren’t you wearing your vest?” she asked. Her nephew threw back her head and groaned.

“We talked about this,” Annie said.

“But I don’t want to wear it,” the boy complained. “It makes me look stupid.”

“No, it doesn’t. It makes you look smart,” Annie insisted. Crusher pouted at him like a big toddler. Why wouldn’t she listen to him? Why was she deadest on him wearing that ugly white vest?

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Liz and Clover sat across from this strange woman. She sat with her legs crossed.

“Uh… who are you?” Liz asked.

“Bertha,” the woman said.

“What are you doing here?” the older sister asked. Clover whipped her head around as fast as she could.

“Liz!” she mouthed at her.

“I live here,” Bertha said. Liz felt her right eye twitch. Like hell you do!

“Who are you girls?” the old woman asked.

“We’re his nieces!” Liz said through gritted teeth. She looked like she was to jump on this intruder. Bertha cocked her head.

“His nieces?” she asked.

“Yes,” Clover said with her hand on her sister’s.

“Oh,” Bertha said in a flat tone.

“Where is our uncle?” Liz hissed. She looked like she was ready to kill someone. Clover had a desperate look on her face. All three of them remained silent for a tense moment.

“Sleeping,” Bertha said at last. Liz settled back into place. She already made up her mind about this lady. This cow had to go!

The women looked up when they heard footsteps walking up to the doorway.

“Girls?” William asked as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

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Meanwhile over at the new house, things were starting to set up. A woman with long dark hair stepped out of an old truck and shielded her eyes from the sun. This was going to be her new home.

End