‘Would you like amulets in case you want to visit again?’ Bob offers this to us, holding out a couple of silver amulets. ‘I presume you know how they work. You just keep them in your mouth and – '
‘No,' Marra, Aar, Mr. Om and I say together. We’ve had enough of this place.
‘Yes,' Niffy says simultaneously. Then she looks down at the floor, as though she's ashamed of herself. ‘It’s just that . . . I can talk here. It may not seem like much to you guys, but it’s wonderful for me. I don’t want to go back to being a mute.’
I rake aside my copper-red hair. ‘Nothing good will come out of this place, sis,' I tell her. ‘It’s not about the way you talk, but about the people you talk to. What say you teach me sign language next time I visit {Undisclosed}?’
Niffy smiles at me. She does have a pretty smile, I won’t deny that. ‘Sure,' she says. ‘If a person like Aar can learn it, then you’ll get the grasp of it in no time.’
‘Hey!’ says Aar. ‘I can hear you!’
I start to giggle, and so does Niffy. Es joins us with caramel on her mouth and no inkling of what we are giggling about.
Marra rolls his eyes. ‘Girls.’
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Sort of Deadly
Humor*Sequel to 'Sort Of Dead'* *Kindly read the previous installment beforehand* ~ "You know the feeling when you see a glass jar filled with perfectly round, colorful marbles, and you just want to put one - or two, or three - in your mouth, even though...
