Chapter 34: Wiping them out of existence
Dora turned to see Marcy staring at her in total confusion and surprise.
"Aunt Marcy?" She turned to a completely sweet girl on seeing her, "I was just coming down to dinner."
"How long have you been up here?" The next question followed, a confused look still on her face. She noticed Marcy’s gaze was fixed on the mask on her hand.
Isn’t that Naomi’s? How come she has it?
Dora swallowed when she saw Aunt Marcy had her eyes on the mask. She couldn’t tell her she was bullying the maid and had collected it from her. So a total queue of lies to tell her lined up in her head and she rummaged through, finally figuring out what to tell her.
"Um...the mask is mine!" She suddenly said, without letting Marcy say anything else, "I’ve been up here with it for a while...I was just about heading to the dining for dinner."
"Well..uh..." The old womam cleared her throat, "Before you join the others, you’re needed in the Shaman’s room. He wants to see you."
The dining was filled with so much noise, the older ones covering every detail of their day while the younger ones communicated using eye contact and managed to cook up a story for theirs.
Marcy was at the dining room; had joined them after taking Dora to the Shaman before she was told to leave them alone.
For a reason, she had that sinking feeling that she did something wrong. But she had seen Dora standing there with the mask in her hand, she couldn’t deny that’s what the Shamon had described.
"...and I begged Beta Marcy to join us at the Spa. But this woman seems to always love the kitchen more than going out for a breath of fresh air."