The first grave visible from the entrance, straight up the main pathway, was an obelisk of at least fifteen feet. Standing atop it, in a patch of sky between two trees, was a statue of a woman with a cross clutched close to the chest.
“Does that say ‘Villains?'” Eleanor asked. She squinted, attempting to read the name at the base.
“It’s ‘Williams,'” Gwen corrected. “You should start wearing your glasses regularly.”
“I know, I know,” Eleanor said. “I just don’t want to keep carrying them around.”
The Hanslick Girls 