Saturday, March 8, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 170.04

“I am...” The figure hesitated. “I am...”

Lucy reached out to the lady's dress. It felt fough to the touch, coarse and stiff and stained like something Davy would wear, though she smelled of nothing but closed-up rooms, like the ones in the east wing where she sometimes played hide and seek with Molly. “Don't you remember?”

“I... We...” The woman's face pinched into a frown. She looked like Lucy's dad, then, when he was trying to watch a film with writing at the bottom but the writing was in white on a white background. The mental image gave her the inspiration for what to call her. “Amélie.” She smiled. “I'll call you Amélie. You look a bit like my dad.”

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