Chapter 50: ~°~Chapter Fifty~°~

"She did what??" Shana exclaims, worried now.

"She… got more?" Dale repeats hesitantly like he's still not sure what exactly is going on. "I noticed there wasn't any and she told me to get one or two for her."

I just sprawl against the backseat. "The hardware store knows not to sell things like that to her." 

"But why?" Dale insists.

"You still haven't seen any of Renee's fires, well you're about to." Shana says vaguely as Virgil drives into my street, Mae's house is quiet, which means she's most likely in her room painting or being a unicorn.

As we pull into the driveway, the smell of burnt batter is so strong, that the smell of smoke can't even smother it.

"Apple!" I exclaim, already flinging my door open to get out. "Mom!" The house was filling up fast with smoke and she was still inside.