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" i've simply got to try. "

            ‘ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋’𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐃𝐃, 𝐈𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄? ’ 

Daphne had always rolled her eyes when the smack-talk came flying. It’s the same old-same old; the gossip mill churning its unwanted blah-blah-blah-isms into the ears of people who have nothing better to do than LISTEN. So what if Wendy lives with her three aunts in a cottage no one’s ever been to? And so what if rumors swirl around her day and night, magnetized by the cloak of secrecy she wears… it’s not like Daphne’s itching to know what she’s really like. Like, they’ve barely shared two words since they were kids. In fact, this would be the first time they’ve really spoken since - JEEPERS; that’s a long time

You wouldn’t think it, though. The conversation flows back and forth easily, like the ebb and flow of a moon-soaked tide, until it lands on this: this object of Wendy’s frustration. 

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Well, I support anything that inspires that much DETERMINATION. Except… maybe starting a fur-inspired clothing line. I draw the line at animal cruelty. And wearing cool-toned purples in summer. OH! My sister Dawn - you won’t believe - she’s a model right? And she just - in the summer! - She wore AUBERGINE in the summe- well, you had to be there. Burying a giggle, Daphne offers her most earnest smile. I’m in. I know you didn’t ask to me to HELP. Might not want me… wouldn’t blame you; mystery solving takes up most of my week, but… if you do… Daphne Blake’s on your side! ” 

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