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They were building a bandstand. Veronica was seething. Ms Whitman died, and left so much money to the council, and the bandstand was about 2 centimetres tall. Okay, that was a slight over exaggeration. It was the smallest bandstand Veronica had ever so much as even heard of, and she’d travelled more than the average Hidden Valley Town resident.
To make matters worse, it was bloody Delilah who championed the project. Veronica still couldn’t believe that she had the gall to stick around in Hidden Valley after what happened with the Brotherhood, but she did, and it was like her every deed existed to make Veronica suffer.
She was going to write in a strongly worded email. And maybe a full physical letter, too.