“Mary,” Matthew says under his breath. I glance over at him, my eyebrows raised expectantly. They itch, too. I really want to take this wig off.
“Yeah?” I mutter back. “Try not to antagonize the men in suits too much. They are kind of deciding our fate.” “Says who?” “They have us tied up in a random house in the middle of nowhere. I think it's safe to say that we are in no way in charge of this situation.” “Oh, Matthew, have you no faith? Of course we're in charge. The only person who decides what I do is me.” “And Dad,” Matthew grumbles. “And Dad,” I agree. “And the Director.” “Yes,” I sigh, “and the Director.” |
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