Red?

Olive's P.O.V.

After talking with Joe for most of the afternoon. I decided to head to the bookstore. The one, that according to Joe, dad's girlfriend works at. He told me her name and described her in Joe terms.

"Blank skin, very plain. She's got a long neck that could use some free birds. Dark hair, and a round face that screams innocence. She's young too." He told me.

So now here I am, stepping inside some book shop to spy on dad's girlfriend. I wonder if she even knows about me? Has she seen any pictures of me. There was only one that hung on our walls. Any that had mom in them had been burned away when I turned 12, leaving just one hanging frame of me when I was a baby, sporting a big toothless grin. I don't think she'd be able to recognize me from that picture, even if she had seen it.

I grabbed a book off a display table, flipping it and looking interested in it as I eyed the dark haired woman behind the counter. Her name was Daisy according the name tag. She had a round face