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6/4/2025, 9:05:44 PM
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>Talk about what happened.
“…w-where did you find it?”
The words hang in the air for a moment. Henry sighs. “I got a call from the police while I was at work.”
…Oh.
“They said some crazed girl bit someone. The name they got from the victim was Clover Beets.”
Clover looks down at her hands. The clock on the wall softly ticks behind her.
“So. I’ll ask you again. What happened?”
Her hands shake. “I… They…” She swallows. “…they were saying mean things about mom.”
Henry doesn’t say anything.
“I-I know it was wrong, but-!” Clover pauses. …but? Was there any but? Was there anything that justified what she did? “…But I lost control of myself.”
“…Clover.” She looks up, a little scared. It was that same face again. Henry just stares at her with disappointment in his eyes. “…People only have as much power over you as you let them. Ultimately, you’re the one in control of your actions.”
“…okay.”
Henry exhales, running a hand through his hair. “After it all happened, why did you run? The officers said you were nowhere to be found at the scene.”
“O-oh, that. That! Some weird suited men tried to take me, and shove me in a car! They weren’t police! They really weren’t! I barely escaped!”
Henry looks at her in disbelief, but Clover’s earnest expression doesn’t change. His skepticism slowly fades. “…That sounds dangerous.” He glances out the window. The sun was just setting on their normal neighborhood outside. “I’m glad you got away.”
“…yeah.”
Henry wordlessly gets up to cook dinner. After a moment, Clover stands too, to help him out. He glances at her. “…By the way. The police aren’t going to be investigating anymore. After I had a chat with the girl, she decided to drop all charges.”
Clover looks at her feet. “…that’s good.”
Dinner was an uneventful affair. It was their usual meal, of chicken and broccoli. After Clover finishes washing the dishes, she sits back down across from her brother, staring at him anxiously.
“…I plugged the router back in. You can go play whatever you want.”
He’s just staring down at the dark wood of the dinner table. It seemed like he was going to be there for a while.
>…What would you like to do with your evening?
>Talk about what happened.
“…w-where did you find it?”
The words hang in the air for a moment. Henry sighs. “I got a call from the police while I was at work.”
…Oh.
“They said some crazed girl bit someone. The name they got from the victim was Clover Beets.”
Clover looks down at her hands. The clock on the wall softly ticks behind her.
“So. I’ll ask you again. What happened?”
Her hands shake. “I… They…” She swallows. “…they were saying mean things about mom.”
Henry doesn’t say anything.
“I-I know it was wrong, but-!” Clover pauses. …but? Was there any but? Was there anything that justified what she did? “…But I lost control of myself.”
“…Clover.” She looks up, a little scared. It was that same face again. Henry just stares at her with disappointment in his eyes. “…People only have as much power over you as you let them. Ultimately, you’re the one in control of your actions.”
“…okay.”
Henry exhales, running a hand through his hair. “After it all happened, why did you run? The officers said you were nowhere to be found at the scene.”
“O-oh, that. That! Some weird suited men tried to take me, and shove me in a car! They weren’t police! They really weren’t! I barely escaped!”
Henry looks at her in disbelief, but Clover’s earnest expression doesn’t change. His skepticism slowly fades. “…That sounds dangerous.” He glances out the window. The sun was just setting on their normal neighborhood outside. “I’m glad you got away.”
“…yeah.”
Henry wordlessly gets up to cook dinner. After a moment, Clover stands too, to help him out. He glances at her. “…By the way. The police aren’t going to be investigating anymore. After I had a chat with the girl, she decided to drop all charges.”
Clover looks at her feet. “…that’s good.”
Dinner was an uneventful affair. It was their usual meal, of chicken and broccoli. After Clover finishes washing the dishes, she sits back down across from her brother, staring at him anxiously.
“…I plugged the router back in. You can go play whatever you want.”
He’s just staring down at the dark wood of the dinner table. It seemed like he was going to be there for a while.
>…What would you like to do with your evening?
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