seloria cassul ; dancer (mesmerist) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-07-24 08:47:00 |
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It had been weeks since Goodwin’s death had been reported and some of the kids had been sad. The others looked very frightened, but no one was talking. No one would tell her anything. Seloria had half a mind to tell them that one of their own had been murdered and that they could be next if they wouldn’t let her or anyone else help. She hadn’t been there when the EKP had come around for questioning, but she wish she had been. She was trying to go over numbers with the children again when Gwyn appeared to be having some extra trouble. She’d gone over to her part of the table, when the girl slid her a small sheet of paper. It had clearly been ripped off a larger piece and she easily slipped it into the palm of her hand and up her sleeve to read later. The girl appeared to be okay with this course of action, so she went through the motions of re-explaining the lesson of the day, slowly and more thoroughly than she had before, being patient with the child. Then later, when all the kids had exited the classroom and she was certain she was alone, she unrolled the piece of paper and read it. It held a day of the week (misspelled) and an approximate time. She didn’t know what that meant, but it wasn’t a time she was going to be making one of her scheduled visits. The lady made a note to put the girl in her dance class. She was a little younger than the others, but she wanted to speak more with her alone. The arrangements would have to be made, but first this bit of information would be attended to. It wasn’t very early in the morning, just a little past dawn when the car arrived. The man was dressed nicely, for a servant. Despite his self-important air, he was clearly was not a noble. You could tell so much by the cut of someone’s clothes. The design was neat and the fabric was a little pricey, but not expensive. But of whose house did he come from? The car itself was unmarked and black. Stepping out of her car, she requested that the driver assist her with bringing the children breakfast. Donuts. She stacked the boxes into his arm, all of them and led him over to the orphanage, knocking expectantly. The matron opened it and her eyes looked like the would surely leave her head. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind. I thought to deliver some breakfast to the children. A gift for all their hard work,” she said smoothly and melodiously as her eyes travelled over toward the other guest. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” she said looking at him expectantly. He lowered his eyes immediately, smiled, and murmured something of an apology and stated that it was unfortunate, because he had to leave. “So soon?” was all she got out, before he slipped through the door. She then turned her attention back toward the matron who might have looked more pulled together now, but there was no mistaking how annoyed Seloria had made her. “I was just going to invite him to eat with us,” is all she said while ignoring the other woman’s ire completely. |