Half way to the bronze doorknob, letter in hand, Hue freezes up paranoid.
“But… What if…?” he doesn’t finish.
Clarisse just happens to open the door a second shy of Hue talking himself out of this.
His eyes are locked on hers. He’s sweating cannon balls. Hue’s horrified, mortified standing there reaching out with a letter he almost managed to never delivering.
Eyes wide. He looks like an idiot and he knows it, but he can’t fix his face or his body and remains frozen in place.
Finally she speaks. “Is… Is that for me?” she asks.
He doesn’t speak, instead, Hue reaches out further with the letter and Clarisse snatches it. The envelope stood no chance against her insatiable need-to-know.
“EEEK!” Clarisse claps and screams. Tightly wrapping her arms around Hue she whispers, “Yes… I’ll marry you!”
And Hue feels his veins become raceways for a relaxing adrenaline rush-hour of endorphins.
Flash forward ten years and they’re still together. Got a boy of six and a girl of five and moved up North.
That’s the greatest tragedy that’s ever occurred in this little town.
Who thinks something like this would happen in such a quiet safe place?
Guy marries his sister and kidnaps two children before disappearing up North, never to be seen again. That’s pretty fucked up.
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