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The dog was running fast, free of its leash, the sky over its head and not the cold roof of its house. It could have kept on running for thousands of miles if a whistle hadn’t called upon it and rough hands cradled its face.
Abby let out a breath of relief as she saw that the family dog had finally stopped running and was about to thank whoever had stopped it when she froze. Maeve Calvert, her hair who had always reminded Abby of an autumn leaf with its shade of red and brown flying in the winter hair.
“We would all do anything for freedom even dogs it seems” she said monotonously
Abby nodded nervously, for a lot of people what creeped them out about the eldest of the Calvert sisters was her family’s famous dead man eyes. Abby didn’t really mind them but she always felt like Maeve's sentences, as weird as they were, had a hidden meaning.
“If by freedom you mean running out right after it snowed to freeze to death outside, sure, thanks for catching Luck. Not an easy dog to catch, doesn’t trust anyone…" She grabbed the dog’s collar and attached the leash to it.
“Oh we already meet with your uncle the other day”
“Oh…” she paused, the idea of her uncle near anyone especially Maeve Calvert unsettled her “In the woods?”
“Yeah, he said he knew my father”
“Now that you mention it, I think he told me once that they used to have some class together in highschool” among other things… but Abby wasn’t going to be sharing his ‘gospel’ with anyone.
“Doesn’t mean he knew him” Maeve put her hands in her pocket rocking herself back and forth a little “But he offered me to shovel the snow in front of the church, said he’d pay me.”
“Shovel the snow? That's funny they generally ask a boy from the church to do it”
“I’m not much of a girl, am I?”
She looked at Maeve, her hair cut short, dressed in hemmed pants and shirts. Who, when she still went to school, back in elementary would grab snakes and put them away. Who she knows works with her father at his woodshop during the summer. Who walks with her sister in the snow to bring her to school. Who’s called her sister’s father at school. For a minute, Abby thinks of her own uncle.
“You’re more of a man than a lot of boys and men I know”
Maeve smiled slightly and said something that Abby didn’t hear. Because she didn’t knew that Maeve Calvert could smile.