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Tuesday was no Saint, no, she won't sugar-coated it. Many fear her, for what reason? She knows not. A fragile woman like her couldn't even hurt a fly. Her presence is unfavourable by others, too monotone too aloof, too wicked to the point of it scaring locals, and even if she were to smile, it could make a kid cry. But it never stop her from treating her customers to the fullest, yet every person who steps at her motel always leaves with tears in theirs eyes. Oh, well, she tried.

"Hush, darling. Mother's here." She cooed, rocking her 'baby' in her arms. it's OK, everything will be OK as long as her child is with her, she won't ask for more... Hands creeped up behind her back, grasping her shoulders, never to let her go. But, 'it' doesn't have to do that, she's will not leave 'it'. Her attention was solely on her baby. "Oh, there, there." She rock some more before 'it' finally calmed down, and the hands dissappear into the nothingness.

And just as it, a creek from the door, dividing her attention, "Oh..? it seems we have a guest." She turned her eyes toward the traveller that entered through the door. "Wellcome to Tuesday's motel, dear."