Puron Psych

20

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There was a loud knocking on the doors. Harper was the first one up. When she glanced at the window, she realized that it was still dark outside.

Hyde was still in deep slumber on the mat. One of his arms was laid flat above his messy hair and the other sprawled over his stomach.

How was he sleeping soundfully with all the noise? Harper crawled over to him and tapped on his shoulder. He didn't budge.

"Hyde... Hyde, get up." She nudged him again. His eyes opened slowly and he grunted when he realized Harper was trying to wake him.

"You'd better have a good reason for waking me, Vixen..." Hyde grumbled and scratched his head.

"Someone's knocking."

"And?"

"Aren't you going to answer it?"

"I don't answer doors before the sun rises." Hyde rolled onto his side. "They can wait."

"What if it's Giada?"

"Arnest will get it," Hyde mumbled, stuffing his face deeper into a pillow. "If you touch me again, I'll break your fingers." He voiced, tiredly.

Harper sighed and pushed herself off the floor. She made her way out of the room and to the front door, wondering who was there so early in the morning.

Harper unlocked the front and opened one of the double doors. Sure enough, Giada stood there with a big smile on her face. "Harpy!"

"Giada..."

"Per favor, call me Mama Giada... Eyu mi figlia. Hyde, where isseh he?"

"Well... he's... sleeping."

"Is he tired from yesterday's feast? Aiy Aiy... poor boy." Giada shoved the box of blades from the night before into her arms. "Place this inside andeh come with mi. Si? Come, come."

Harper quickly set the box down. But Giada grabbed her by the arm and dragged her forward.

Without any shoes, Harper felt uncomfortable walking barefoot across the courtyard. But Giada pulled her all the way to a big wheel-basket full of clothes.

She picked it up and placed the handles in Harper's hands. "Push!"

"Push?"

"Si! Push!"

"Where?"

"Come. I show eyu." Giada raised her skirt and led the way. Harper moved the basket forward, but she moved slowly. The basket was heavy, even though it was on wheels.

They walked down a hill pathway, toward a large body of water. Anna was there, sitting on a blanket on the grassy field, sewing together holes in various socks, pants, and shirts.

Harper set the wheel handles down and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Giada... why did you bring me out here so early?"

"Mi figlia, work is best done when eyu start early." Giada quipped. "Come and bring it. We must wash and hang them early."

"You want me to wash these sheets?"

"Si? Isseh problemo?"

Harper wanted to say yes. She was taken against her will, dragged across the world and now she had to pretend to be a killer's wife.

Doing laundry for his minions wasn't the first thing she wanted to do on her list.

Harper didn't have to do this if she didn't want to. "Is it possible I can go back and get more sleep? I haven't been feeling well these days."