Hello there all you wonderful readers. I am finally posting a new chapter! I also rewrote some parts in previous chapters, so please read through again if you would and let me know what you think!
Sneaking back into the house was much harder for Sally than she had anticipated. She pulled herself back up through the window, landing on her floor with a loud crash. Upon hearing the crash, her mother came racing into the room.
"Sneaking out?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest, staring down at her daughter as she still lay on the floor.
"No." Sally stood up, all honesty in her voice as she looked her mother in the eye. "I was not sneaking out."
"Then what, if I may ask, were you doing?" Disbelief eminent in her voice.
"Nothing." Sally replied as she sat on her bed and opened a book, burying her nose in its pages, trying to ignore her mother.
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Sally wandered down the hallway in her black silky pajamas, passing by Mary's open door. She stopped just past the doorway and stepped back to look in the room. On the walls were drawings and sketches of hands. "Mary…" Sally started as she stepped into the room.
Mary sat up in her chair, looking around. "What?" She had fallen asleep at her desk again, face buried in a book.
"Do you have some sort of hand fetish now?" She asked, picking up a sketch from her sisters bed and examining it.
"Not exactly." She replied, snatching the paper from her older sibling. "I was hoping to better understand Edward."
"Better understand…" Nodding with comprehension, she looked around the room once more. "Better understand for what?"
"So that I might be able to help him one day…" She said, seemingly distracted by her own drawings and notes.
"Help… Like finish him?"
"Precisely."
Sally wished that her sister could one day finish Edward, but she doubted it was possible.
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Edward wandered the halls of the mansion, looking over everything. He knew it all by heart down to the last cobweb. Nothing had been moved since the professor had passed. Nothing was to change. He wanted to keep it the way his father had left it.
As he walked through the halls he thought about Sally. As unconventional as she might be, Edward didn't see her that way. He saw her as a thing of beauty. A piece of artwork. Unique and yet so familiar. She was one thing in his life that was subject to change, and that did not frighten him. He had seen so many things change for the worse and turn against him, but Sally was not so. At least he hoped she would not turn on him.
