Chapter 19

"Gracious." Selma attempted to imagine that it didn't irritate her by any stretch of the imagination. "Much thanks to you for being straightforward with me. She's a fortunate young lady." at that point, her telephone began to buzz, which was the ideal opportunity for her to disappear. "Apologies, Godfrey's calling, I need to reply. Goodnight, Mason."

He'd just barely begun to say 'goodnight' when she disappeared.

Rather than replying, she just went straight home. Immediately, she could detect that something was off-base by the manner in which Godfrey was gazing at the wall.

"What occurred?" she inquired. "Is it true that you are OK?"

He shook his head. "Just… Elizabeta was here. She met Lilith. What's more, I surmise Lilith didn't feel better about me having gone through the day with her. No doubt, I was simply attempting to more deeply study her and George Orpheus."

"George Orpheus? What does he have to do with Elizabeta?"

"They made an arrangement of some kind, and he assisted her with escaping the congregation that evening. The fact that kept her from consuming makes him the one."

"Damn. Furthermore, presently Lilith is unpleasant?"

"Definitely, she is."

Selma squinted her eyes. "She didn't strike me similar to that uncertain, however… "

Godfrey clearly couldn't see her that the show among him and Lilith was totally phony, now that they'd understood that Lauden was answering to Elizabeta. The less individuals who knew, the better.

"Words were said," Godfrey told her. "I might have been somewhat more extreme than expected."

"I could converse with her if you — "

"No. I don't think she'll take it well. Allow it daily. Then, at that point… I would see the value in you expressing something to her."

"Okay then, at that point." They both turned as the entryway opened behind them, and they saw Ambrosia strolling in. "What's with you? For what reason do you look more pissed than previously?"

"Saw Elizabeta at the Grill," he answered. "Furthermore, I neglected to kill Mason Orpheus."

"You what? Ambrosia! I told you not to — "

I have little to no faith in the person, alright? So I held on until you left to cut him with this." He held up a silver blade. "Didn't do jack poop."

"Also, presently he most likely loathes all of us," said Selma. "Amazing. I was attempting to forestall that. No one can tell when you could require one more otherworldly partner around here. Beside us, the main other extraordinary we know is Nancie Bennett, and I don't appreciate any of us at the present time."

Ambrosia appeared to be disheartened that Selma was annoyed with him. He observed dejectedly as she went dependent upon her space for the evening.

The following day was the Historical Society's Volunteer Picnic. Selma had zero desire to go, yet her siblings appeared to have changed plans that elaborate each of them three blending and mixing in with the remainder of the townsfolk.

Godfrey had persuaded her to go with him so she could talk with Mason Orpheus, and ideally diffuse the pressure that Ambrosia had made.

"Godfrey, right?" expressed Mason as the two came dependent upon him while he dumped a few boxes from the storage compartment of his vehicle. "The most youthful Sebastine."

"Also, the decent one," said Godfrey. "Selma and I are here to offer a statement of regret."

Bricklayer recently glared. "Not intrigued."

"What Ambrosia did was off-base," said Selma. "He was being imprudent and wild and he shouldn't have made it happen."

"Assuming you and Ambrosia keep bickering furiously," added Godfrey, "someone guiltless will get injured and we don't need that. You have family here so I can envision you'd need that by the same token. So what do you say we just quit the entire thing and settle on some kind of peace agreement?"

Bricklayer cast them both a quiet grin. "I made that equivalent proposal to your sibling. He turned it down with a blade."

Godfrey wasn't going to surrender. "He committed an error. I'm here to ensure that neither one of you makes another."