Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sorin knocked hard three times on Dumitra’s door, and Nadaria stood by, listening. She heard the shuffle of clothing and the door cracked. Acting like a brute again, he pushed it the rest of the way open. “Why is this happening?” Dumitra asked, taking a step back. Her brow knit and she studied the faces of Sorin, Nadaria, Ana, and Nicoleta. “What is this?” Nadaria put her hand on Sorin’s arm and stepped forward. “Dumitra. We’ve discovered garlic husks in your apron. Can you explain them, please?” “Garlic husks? I did nothing with garlic.” “Are you sure you didn’t use it in the kitchen?” Nicoleta squeaked. A firm look from Sorin made her wince and purse her lips, her hands clasping at her waist. “No. I did not.” “Then why are they there?” Sorin asked. “How should I know?” “Well, tha
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