My Dear Eremita (AO Tale)
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"She didn't leave us. Those bastards took her! She wasn't ready to go yet!"

"Don't raise your voice at me. I know you're stressed out; we all are. But don't you dare take out your temper on your mother."

Frankie tried to wrench his face back in order, not wanting to scowl. But every time he did, the end result was wrong. His green eyes were glassy from tears held-back, so he set his gaze to the floor. To ensure that the look in his eyes didn't betray his tone of voice. Perhaps the look on his face could turn his mother to stone.

He hoped nothing could petrify his mother.

"But they took her."

"I know. God, I know. Someone should…"

Lucy held her tongue. She was going to say that someone should take them too, to pay back for the sin they committed. Because nothing was sacred anymore (and it hadn't been for a while, and the bad men got away, and the good ones were lost and the lost were forgotten. That was the order of things that came and gone, and she was more than acquainted with them. And she feared her knew this, too. And she didn't want her son to know. She knew he did need to, someday.

She hoped he didn't need to find out.

"Come, now. We're going to see your nonno now."

"Is he sad?"

"Of course he is."

"But he doesn't show it."

"He shows it in different ways. Are you going to come with us?"

"Yeah, I am."

Both Lucia and Frank knew that he would bring himself to tears eventually in his lonesome. For the ghost of Eremita, his only sister, haunted him in his thoughts, and in his fears.


Item #: AO-5489

Item Description: A pound cake that emits the sound of a young girl laughing when being cut.
Date of Recovery: ██-██-2012
Location of Recovery: █████'s Bakery Shop in Wyoming
Current Status: Kept in cold storage at Site-17

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