claire's carrying some cuttings into the house. she hears a knock at the gate, walks over and opens it to discover. mrs. feur. the real one.
claire pours mrs. feur a glass of iced tea from a pitcher. she's small and delicate looking with big, watery eyes.
claire rings the bell. a drawn looking woman in her early fifties answers the door.
mrs. frank walks claire out.
she turns the doorknob and listens for the whispering. all is quiet.