Borislava led them into a room, or more accurately, she fell into the room she wanted them to stay in. Jack himself had to lean over a table to take deep breaths, having run his stamina dry. Lateef was fine, but Borislava, heaving loudly, crawled to get to a particular closet in the room.
“All my… almighty.” Coughing, she leaned against it in a desperate sit. “I… a minute.”
Jack waved his hand in complete compassion “Please… Take your time…”
Lateef glanced from one to the other, scratching his head. “You guys need to exercise more.”
Jack and Borislava threw him insulted glares, making Sprinkle snicker. “Mr. Savant telling it like it is.”
Scoffing, Borislava held onto the handle of the closet and pulled herself up enough to open it. She reached in and pulled out a piece of cloth.
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