Chapter 3 - Meanie Miss FarronTime passed, days became shorter, nights became longer. A lifeless home became lonesome. Morning grew, silence broke with the locks of the door rattling. Wind blew in from the open door, heavy boots hit against wooded floor leading into the galley. The lingering aroma of the strawberry scent syrup filled the cook room. Sun glared through the window pressing against porcelain skin. Gloved digits tightened around the cold handle of the refrigerator. A cold breeze brushed through pink strands of curled hair from the open cooler. Clanks of glass gently tapping against one another became audible with the swing of the door."Claire"A soft echo f