Faye was glad for the privacy, but even so she often escaped to the outdoors to think. She was doing a lot of thinking lately, mostly about Tyrone. Her heart fluttered when he was around, in a way that she'd thought only happened in those disgustingly sappy stories. She knew that she was crushing on him, hard. There was only one problem; he was dating Cheryl Andrews, another girl in Faye's class.
Spooky Day arrived while Faye was still busy pondering her romantic crisis. Eliza asked her to take James trick-or-treating, but James insisted that he'd be fine by himself. Eventually, she relented, with the conditions that he remain on their street and be home by dark. James thought that the latter condition pretty much defeated the point of trick-or-treating, but he wanted the candy, so he donned his costume and headed out the door to get some loot.
James: "Boosh balooga neit tho gahn."
Man: "Uh, what? I didn't quite catch that, could you speak up?"
James: "Balooga! Tho gahn mooshka sen."
James: "Ugh, you're making me break character! I was speaking Zapurellan."
Man: "Oh! Very creative! I suppose you'll be wanting a treat, then? Ah...your bucket's full of water!"
James: "That's not water."
James: "You'll probably want to hose off your deck once I'm gone. This bucket's a little leaky, and it'll eat right through the organic structure of your wood."
Back home, Faye was ecstatic. She'd convinced Tyrone to break it off with Cheryl for her! They shared their first kiss, guilt-free, that evening.
With the arrival of winter, Eliza was also feeling the effects of age. The doctors said that she'd passed through menopause, which of course meant that, no matter how much she wanted to, she could never have more children.
Snow blanketed the town, causing school to be canceled due to those students living away from the town center being unable to get there. Students were supplied with a study-at-home program, and once Faye finished her homework for the day she usually ran outside to explore the town. It looked like a different world under all the snow, much quieter as the population mostly stayed indoors. She particularly enjoyed skating on the frozen lake, an activity that was impossible in any other season.
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So, I accidentally deleted the picture of Greg walking around hilariously with his cane. Whoops. So I took a new one in-game, it'll be in chapter 23.
I'm terrible at writing romance. Just awful. So I kind of copped out. Sue me.