The woman would look somewhat similar to Avice, but not completely. The woman's dull, brown eyes flickered. Avice seemed frightened, but didn't reply Jack. "What are you doing here, Charlotte?" She asked harshly. "You aren't from here."
Avice frowned, her gaze towards the woman was poisonous. "Well.. Her mother," Charlotte answered quietly. Avice raised an eyebrow. "You were no mother to me."
Avice shook her head. "Yeah.. let's go." The woman looked dejected, her eyes trailing to the floor. "Oh.."
Jack hesitated, his guilt settling in. He pulled Avice off to the side. “You wouldn’t just want to talk to her?” he murmured.
He sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. “I didn’t like my dad either,” he told her quietly. “But I regret not talking to him about it.”
She was quiet for a moment, before giving a small nod. "Okay." Charlotte looked up expectantly, her head cocked slightly.
She faced faced the woman, a glare crossing her face. "Okay. What do you want?" "Well," Charlotte hesitated, not expecting this answer. "You could come to my house for dinner?"
Avice seemed resigned. "Okay. We'll come." The woman grinned brightly. They had similar smiles. "Wonderful! Is your friend coming, too?"
