Wanda releases a sneeze that halts Agatha in place.
“Poor baby—you’re not sick, are you? I just kissed you bleh!” she rubs her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Allergies,” Wanda sniffles, rattling out a capsule of medicine from the sidepocket of her bathrobe.
“For all we know, you’re only swallowing candy!” Agatha snorts and walks towards the window to peek through the curtains to find a moving truck where Sharon Davis used to live.
“Somebody’s finally accepting Mrs. Hart’s home!” she sang merrily.
“You mean Mrs. Davis?” Wanda takes a sip out of her sportswater bottle tucked beneath her on the couch to swallow the allergy pill down. She knew the woman’s real name was Sharon Davis and that she had died from “natural causes” the coroner said.
“Yep, whatever.” Agatha looks back at Wanda, grinning.
“Appears to be a family. A father. A mother. Two doting sons…”
Wanda whips her head around. She wrestles out of the fleece blanket wrapped around between her legs that soon makes her fall down with a sickening “thud”.
“Careful, cupcake,” Agatha giggles. She hears Wanda approach behind her to take a look for herself.
There was a moving truck, but it was no family of four.
Just a bunch of college kids renting the place for the upcoming midterm.
“Liar,” Wanda shoves Agatha.
“Sucker,” Agatha snickers back.