Myra and Wanda glanced back at him. Freddy dropped his gaze to the grass, feeling red rise in his cheeks. This wasn't his idea; they had nothing to thank him for. Or, for that matter, even look at him for. As he raised his gaze, he watched the end of Myra's skirt sway with her bouncing steps from upward-cast eyes. The women were so pleased to be here - so genuinely and simply happy. He envied them. He envied purity.
Fully raising his gaze and glancing over towards John and Jonah (he knew enough not to stare at either of them) briefly, he nodded in agreement. Maybe they could ditch the creepy brothers. He didn't want be recognized standing next to a freak. "I'm always hungry," he grunted, trying to ignore the fishnet, a slight smirk upturning his lips.