The ghost in the basement listens to the women upstairs. Last night was nice, but it was a distraction. They HAD the key, but were still not helping her. They....they just sat there watching movies...not helping her. Ignoring her?
The lights start to dim slightly.
She needed someone. Someone to make something right for her. To HELP her. Where was...Cindy? Last she saw, she was staring into some crystal ball talking out loud. But it wasn't anything about her!
The lights flicker and dim. Upstairs, muffled discussions about the lights happen.
"Oh...I'm sorry....WAS THAT F^CKING INCONVIENIENT FOR YOU?!?!" The ghost screams. The ceiling above the ghost's head rumbles. The lights go out.
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Upstairs, Jinny goes off on Darcy's insane work schedule. "And there you are, working weekends and days and nights BEFORE CHRISTMAS because of someone else's bullshit on crap people won't even look at until January 6th!?"
Min chimes in here and there stating that the current work situation in the US is bonkers. (A favorite rant of hers) Kim listens, but is really too high to participate.
The lights flicker slightly.
Leo and Claire play grab-ass by the tree playfully.
During a lull, Kim says, "Darcy, could you play more of that shill stuff you were playing yesterday? Gordon Lightfoot? That shit was f^cking fantastic."
Suddenly, there's a sort of muffled cry that sounds like someone far away in agony or sorrow. Then there's a loud BANG from the floorboards and the lights go out.
"What the hell...." Leo growls.
They hear stomping of feet above as Cindy moves heavily to the stairs. She shouts down, "TURN THE LIGHTS...ON! I'm doing research on how to help you and I CAN NOT READ IN THE DARK, GIRL!" Cindy's voice sounds amazingly strong and filled with power.
"And STOP banging on the floor. You scared poor Kim. I EXPECT you to APOLOGIZE!" Cindy stomps back to her room and slams the door.
Everyone looks stunned.
Min mutters, "F^ck yeah..." under her breath. "That was awesome."
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