Surely enough, sounds of a fast approaching Frank could be heard through the dense forest. "Now, girl. We gon' resolve dis' ting here n now. Frankford! Get your selve down in here!" she yelled lifting an arm. The stench almost asphiciated Krystal. Soon, a tall, spindly, balding man came bounding out of the woods. He was wearing a pair of worn out jeans with various holes in them. His shirt was old and white, resembling Mrs.Garfield's dress. "Yes Erma? What seems to be the problem?" he panted, gasping for air, looking quite winded. "Dis' girl been nosing round here. She's a bit too wise." said Erma pointing a fat finger in Krystal's face. "Hey, listen, i don't want any trouble. I'm just here for the summer, i'm working on a book. I haven't done anything." i said backing away. "You little..." started Erma, but Frankford cut her off. "Now Erma, we musn't just jump to conclusions, maybe miss..." "Krystal." i added. "Miss. Krystal is just telling the truth." reasoned Frank testily. "That sneaky little weasel?! Ima bettin' she gon' get her share o' mishaps befir she be leavin'." said Mrs.Garfield. "Erma, she don't want no trouble," he lowered his voice. "She don't look like a threat ta me." "Course she don't. She one o' dem city folk. Maybe we shpould just ;leave her to.... them." said Erma emphasising "them". "Okay, see. Now there's a good girl. Let's just let Miss.Krystal on her way." "Yep, you wait girl, you gon' get yours." she said sneering at me. She waddled ahead while Frankford stalled and said, "You should leave before it's too late." He shot me a sympathetic look and scampered after her. I walked back in the house, shaken and confused. I hadn't done anything.
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