Night Angel

Two Controversies Ahead.

The news spread like wild fire in the town. The houses were trees catching flames fast, the residents of those buildings making their way to our warm little cottage like scurrying birds.

It was already known that darling aunt housed the kins of riches in exchange for wads of green.

First their was the police, talking in hushed voices to my aunt, still in her gown. Than the neighbours as they said themselves;

"And who must you be?"

The Aunt squinted at the new comers with squinted eyes trough the peek in the door.

"Uh, we are the neighbours-"

"But do you have information about Edith and Alice?"

"Umm, Who again-"

The door slammed shut.

Even the others were shaken, the trio making such controversies it put absurdity to shame. Have faith in me, I have heard some from the maids that worked back in the Manor and these girls could definitely put them on a run for their money.

"So, do you think they ran away?"

We were sitting in a round circle, leaning close. Now that Aunt was out for further investigation I guess- she couldn't possibly be out to bargain and loot the shops- we were alone in the house.

For once the disappearance of the little buds had put us all in a trance. Everyone forgot their animosity and differences. I was entraced too, but just in theory.

"No, I don't think so. Girls can't just fend for themselves, you know."

I was shaken. Haunted to the core. I was still having doubts about earlier this morning. Afterall, it usually took an hour after I had woken up to differentiate between a dress and an empty sack of wheat. And I wished that I was that delusional, with every inch of my miser little heart.

But hard as I may, my stupid mind opposed to the yearning of my chest.

"They could if they know the ways."

Mable and her ears and mouth, Ruth and Iris that I now knew, had their sharp eyes on me. My heart was pressing hard at the base of my throat, torturing me for the time I had made sure I wouldn't gulp infront of them. Currently, It threatened to shoot itself out and I had my mouth directed towards Mable as a precaution.

Nothing intentional, of course.

"What?!" Our heads snapped towards Barbara, her curly dark hair bouncing with the angry bob of her head.

"Yeah, shame those poor girls when you have no idea what happened to them!"

Sylvia raised her hands, "I didn't imply anything-"

"So you didn't just say that they would do anything to get away from this?" Iris scrutinized, her eyes twitching just as recklessly as Sylvias' hands.

"I said they can if they knew the ways-" she started explaining. Internally, I shook my head.

Poor girl. She just keeps dragging herself deeper and deeper into the Gold Drill.

"What ways?"

"W-well, I have heard stories of women who- I mean the things they do to get money-"

Iris played the final card. Her hair swayed like corn-silk, like a velvety tribute to a deadly mind reader, "And you immediately thought the twins would do such a lowly thing? You're despicable!"