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= Night =

It was late. Violet, Vivian and I went upstairs to check out of the new tenant. She was drunk, sleeping on the table.

"First night and she is already drunk," said Vivian.

"She doesn't want a baby. Maybe we can let her stay," I said. I felt like I could be her friend.

"She is clearly troubled. Who would invite a middle age lady she just met to live with her?" Violet asked, "And she doesn't have a husband for you to seduce."

"Moira, she is a nice person, but if she stays, she may get killed," Vivian looked at Kat and Kat just opened her eyes, puzzled, like she could hear us, "We have to get her out of here."

Before we could do anything, Lorraine'd already led Kat to the stove. She had been doing this since forever. She was not evil. She just wanted people to feel her pain. I pitied her.

Kat turned on the fire and put her right hand on fire. "I need someone to feel my pain," said Lorraine. I didn't let her do it. I grabbed Kat's hand and noticed she had a burn scar on her forearm. I led her to the stairs. I opened the door and Elizabeth was on the floor, as we planned, sawn in half.

"Mom," Kat mumbled. With tears falling from her eyes, she tried to run away. She ran upstairs and tripped. She felt asleep.

It wasn't what we expected. She might be too drunk to realize this was a haunted house. "What should we do now?" I asked. Vivian and I exchanged a look, "Maybe we should take her upstairs?"

It wasn't early when Kat woke up. I watched her crawling on the floor to the window, just to close the curtains. I decided to surprise her, "Good Morning."

"Oh, you are here," She yawned and stood up, "Good morning, Moira. You are here so early."

I made her pancakes for breakfast. She told me her story, how her mother died, how she got her scar and how she met her late best friend. "Stephanie was my foster sister, my best friend when I moved into my first foster home. If she was still alive, she would be around your age."

"My age," Wait, "How old do you think I am?" Kat was twenty-five, twenty-six top. If she met her best friend who was my age, her friend must be at least forty when they met. That's kind of creepy.

""Well, Stephanie was three and a half years older than I was and after birthday I will be twenty-six this year, so I am guessing you are twenty-eight or nine?" She guessed.

"Twenty-nine?" She could see me as... How could she do that?

"I guess too old?" She asked, "Too young?"

"No, I am around that age," when I died, "And you see me wearing tights with garter?" Why would she hire me?

"Yes. Isn't that what you are wearing now?" She asked, like I was acting weird.

"And you still hire me?" I was confused. Why would she hire me?

"I don't know. I just felt like I have met you before, and I want to be your friend. You remind me of Stephanie. She also had red hair like you, but her eyes were brown." She explained.

How I wanted to tell you that you looked like my old friend too, "Funny that my best friend's name is Stephanie too, but I haven't seen her for a long time. She is the one who taught me how to make good pancakes and she had black hair like you."

"My mother's name was Stephanie too. I guess it's just a common name," She invited me to the living room to talked, so I joined her.

I took a baby blanket out of her luggage. It looked familiar and it all made sense now. "So, how did you afford this house? Suing your husband for cheating?" I sat down on the floor next her.

She explained how her husband cheated and how she got the money. She shouldn't drink alcohol anymore. I knew she needed a cup of tea.

"Oh, and you haven't told me your answer," She asked.

"What answer?" I wasn't sure what her question was.

"So, are you moving in?" She asked.

She had a tough life. Maybe this was my chance to take good care of her, "I would love to."

= To Be Continued =