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"No," Shawn shook her head the faint image still plaguing her. "It is a
drawing; technical in style, very faint, all I know is it is wrong."
"Wrong?" Delia pressed. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know," Shawn blew out. "Just wrong that is all I know."
She looked past the crowd spying Anna standing by the kitchen door. "Help us,"
she pleaded her eyes filling with tears then she vanished. Shawn rubbed her
throbbing brow, voices from the cemetery mixed together, suddenly nothing was
clear.
"I need a break," she sputtered her body swaying.
"That is it," Faith announced as the camera shut off. "We're out of here."
"Faith," Althea pleaded.
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"No, it is too much," Faith tried to argue. "You've been pushing her on back
to back shoots for over a year, and I didn't help by dragging her back here.
We're done."
"Faith," Shawn whimpered. "I can do this. I just need a little breather."
***
"Wow, this is certainly a major step up from last year," Shawn huffed as she
glanced around the new and improved van. "I saw the old one out front, no
wonder she hid this one out of sight. It is like a small television studio."
"It is," Faith smirked proudly. "Althea scored some major perks for this
special. They can probably edit and put the entire project in the can right
from here," she continued to explain as she led Shawn towards the back of the
large vehicle. Shawn gasped as she opened the door revealing the small but
comfortable bedroom nestled in the back of the converted RV.
"No wonder she isn't bunking down at that cheap hotel with us," Shawn groused.
"In Althea's defense she did put together the impossible project," Faith
prattled on guiding Shawn down onto the bed. "You said you needed a breather.
Take a nap and if you still aren't feeling good I meant what I said we are out
of here."
"Stay with me?" Shawn sheepishly requested.
"Gladly," Faith beamed kicking off her shoes and curling up beside her lover.
She held the blonde in her arms pleased that Shawn quickly drifted off to
sleep. Faith had known that this trip was going to be stressful. She almost
feared returning to the manor, still in her heart she felt it was something
that she needed to do. When she discovered that Shawn would be by her side she
was elated. Now she wished that her lover had stuck to her original plan to
stay as far away from Whispering Pines as possible.
Then again there was the nagging feeling she had experienced since her first
visit. For some unknown reason she wanted to give Anna and Catherine peace.
She often wondered if it was because she felt their pain and felt blessed to
be alive at a time when homophobia, although was still alive, wasn't the
extreme hardship for her as it had been for women like Anna and Catherine.
Shawn snuggled closer as she slept. Faith absently stroked her lover's hair as
she pondered the question everyone was asking, Just where do you hide your
wife and sister's bodies after you hack them up?' The question plagued her
since she initially assumed that the good old captain would have buried them
in the garden or somewhere on the property. Police and family searched these
areas for over eight decades and found nothing. Plus Shawn was convinced that
the bodies were in the house. If she learned nothing from knowing Shawn she
learned to trust the blonde's instincts.
***
Shawn was still sound asleep when Faith slipped from her grasp. She made a
trip out to the rental car and then changed into more comfortable clothing.
"Althea can bite me," she rationalized as she finished dressing in the large
RV. She stepped out into the darkness to find the crew mingling about. "Give
me a drag," she beckoned Carey who was lingering on the porch with Rishi and
Delia looked over her shoulder.
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"Sure," Carey agreed handing Faith the cigarette she was smoking. "I didn't
know you smoked."
"I don't," Faith, grumbled spying the blue prints spread out on the
floorboards of the porch. "I used to."
"Me too," Carey sighed her brow furrowing as she stared at the blue prints. "I
had to bum that one off of one of the grips. I thought this was it but I don't
see it."
"Okay I'll bite," Faith prattled on as everyone else seemed to abandon
interest in the blue prints. "What are we looking at?" She questioned taking a
long drag her head spinning slightly from the effects of not smoking for many
years.
"I thought this was what Shawn was talking about," Carey explained her eyes
widening curiously. "That first drag is a bitch isn't it?"
"No kidding," Faith coughed handing the cigarette back to her sister. "Now I
remember why I quit. So what are these blue prints for?"
"This house," Delia explained with a heavy sigh.
"This house?" Faith questioned in disbelief. "I haven't seen a lot of blue
prints in my day, especially a set this old, but no way this is Whispering
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