“You’sa special one, didn’t ya know, child,” her slithering s-less words dragged together as she sat in her quilted rocking chair, rotting.
Sarah held the plush butterfly in her hand, “What was I going to do? Kill you with a plush butterfly?”
“Now, hunny, you know ya can’t kill me. I won’t never die. Even when ya rot in your grave. Magic is what you want it to be. Ya fella died ‘cos you didn’ wan’ him no mo’.”
“I would never—” Sarah began.
“Your blood is strong, child. And your blood killt him,” Sera said in a breath.
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Inez paced, holding Sarah fast asleep, “Sera, the baby found Melinda. She found her..” the words wouldn’t come out and MadamePapillon finished for her.
“Found her all strung up?” Inez nodded as a lump fell through from her throat to her stomach.
“I just don’t want her to have to deal with that in her mind no longer.”
“Why don’t ya do it yourself, Inez? Not like ya don’t know how.”
“Serafine, we’re all scared because of what happened… would you?”
“You already owe me more than you can repay.”