"Why do we keep being dragged back to this place!
The first two times were already more than enough!"
The car slowly passed the big wooden sign that said "ALLSPICE FARMS".
"Well, apparently Dad was low on money and Mr. Allspice wanted to show that there was no bad blood between them, so..."
"Oh look, this girl. I can't believe that she still couldn't have been eaten by vampires yet."
A girl in a straw hat seemed to be waiting for them. She was known to the Salt sisters, though unusually, her face now had a hint of make-up on it.
"Margaret."
"Hello, o Queen of Dorks."
"Hello, o Princess of Bitches." Summer retorted.
That seemed to be it.
They stood next to each other in silence.
There really wasn't much else to say.
Margaret and Summer had that odd, cringingly intimate relationship that you get when two people's immediate
dislike towards each other - through years of hard work - is carefully fostered into mutual burning hatred. The kind where you are forced to learn all about the other down to their deepest secrets AGAINST YOUR WILL, but in the end mutual pride, indebtedness, and one side's predictable good nature (and also because both sides have already used up all of their gunpowder long ago) forces you into a stalemate.
And so, even though both girls secretly fantasized about the other dying a slow premature death, once they were left with no choice they would actually get on quite well, provided you forced them together with the power of a thousand magnets that neither could escape. Oh...and you didn't listen to the words.
"So" Summer initiated conversation, suppressing a yawn. "I suppose there isn't another mystery or something you need solved again THIS time or...?"
"There is one."
It was an emotionless, uninvested statement indicating no "please" or "thanks". Summer was here and there was a mystery so she'd solve it whether you wanted it or not.
"At the river." Margaret explained. "People have sighted some sort of kappa monster."
" 'Some sort of kappa monster'?" Margaret, if you opened a biology book once in a while..."
"Well, -I-'m sorry I did not attend genius rugrat school!"
"Why's your mouth painted?" Mouse emerged from below.
"None of your business."
"Could it be" Summer smirked. "A boy? Is our Margie settling down?"
"Eat a rake, Summer."
After a pause, she said.
"Look, dad set it up, okay? He's a nice boy, and..."
"So you won't be helping us hunt a kappa because you'l be busy smooching behind the barn?" Mouse inquired.
Margaret stared at her.
"Whatever." She walked off.
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