A short excerpt from Chapter 7, Part One
(Age gap, Wednesday x Sheriff, Enid POV)
It scared Enid to death to think that she would never be what she always wanted for herself—to be like Daddy, and make him proud at least—that she couldn't relate to what Wednesday had told her about her parents, and her not wanting to be like them. And Wednesday…she finally admitted to what Enid had suspected from the Saturday of the Rave'N: that she was fucking the town's sheriff. A lot, from the smell of it. Which was yet another thing, on top of the situation involving Tyler, that Enid couldn't relate to. Fucking someone the same age, maybe even older (How old is Sheriff Galpin?) than her father? That's weird. And definitely illegal. Wait, is it? Ugh, like it even matters. Criminality seemed fitting for her weird as shit roommate, but it was still a big question mark over the young werewolf's head, and a decent diversion from the confusing terror of earlier events.
...Enid flipped her phone over and watched a couple more of the last girl's short videos. While Sheriff Galpin was nowhere near as obese or as unhealthy looking as the wealthy, pink, white-haired guy whose wife could've been his granddaughter, she still found it hard to imagine sleeping with either. What if they're doing it and he suddenly dies? Seriously! What if Wednesday kills the sheriff that way??? How the Hell would she explain that? Would she get charged with like…manslaughter or something? OMG WHAT IF THAT'S HER PLAN FOR GETTING REVENGE ON HIM FOR HUMILIATING HER FATHER?! ...Should I warn Sheriff Galpin??? She shook off the alarming thoughts and watched the young blonde on her screen prance about her Weeble-shaped husband before swiping to the next video, the clarifying images of Wednesday and Sheriff Galpin 'doing the deed' starting to make her feel uneasy.
