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Slowly the girl turned around, hands raised in a nonthreatening gesture. The blue-gray eyes were the same, exactly the same. The times Clementine had leaned menacingly close to Scout’s face when Scout had been tied to a chair or pinned under Clementine’s unnaturally heavy body, there was no way she could ever forget those eyes.
And yet, the face wasn’t quite right. This one looked both older and yet softer, the cheeks rounder with more color, the arch of her brown eyebrows a friendlier curve.
A sister? It was the only thing that made sense. But it was no comfort to Scout. Clearly, this girl was as resourceful and potentially as dangerous as her sister, perhaps more so since Clementine must have been the younger of the two. This girl was closer to Scout’s age. A girl could learn a lot
