6,265... Shit is not getting real

I basically wasted time today, writing more about Gordon, and writing very little about the third sister, Prudence, who was introduced to the story today. I really need to figure out what is happening in her storyline, but many details about her are murky to me. I'll include two brief excerpts. First, this excerpt has absolutely no relevance to anything, and really was just a way for me to bolster word count:

There is an incident at a stoplight when they roll into town, where Prudence is caught belting out the words to her favourite Barry Manilow song, a haunting ballad about a vacation seemingly gone awry “Weekend in New England”. She was reaching the emotional crescendo, the part where Barry felt the change comin’, and Prudence, along with Barry felt the wind blow. But who hasn’t been caught by the town cutie belting out a Manilow love ballad at a stop light, with the windows down and a sleeping child in the back seat?

This second introduces some important information about Prudence. This was at the end of my writing session, and I needed about 40 more words to reach my goal for the day. I'll let you try to figure out where I added an unnecessary pop cultural reference:

Everywhere they go, they are greeted by name and with a smile. When they stop at the bakery, Susan tousles Griffin’s hair and gives him a chocolate cookie, which she knows is his favourite. The pharmacist, John, asks Prudence if Griffin’s cough has improved. In a small town, everyone knows everyone. This is both a source of comfort and of disquiet for most residents of small towns. A comfort because there are many hands waiting to catch you if you fall- sort of the opposite of what happens to Jack Black in the opening scene of the film, School of Rock, where he attempts to crowd surf at the end of his face melting guitar solo to dismal results; a source of disquiet, because secrets are hard to keep. Skeletons don’t tend to stay in closets in small towns. And Prudence was a woman with secrets, and don’t think for a moment that the people in that town didn’t know it. Perhaps this is why when Prudence came to the Family Planning section of the grocery store she kept on walking, without even a cursory glance at the dusty pregnancy tests on the bottom shelf.