CONCERNING A BULLET
Flora opened the door, and she headed straight to attic without looking at her. She was still mad at her for leaving her at the mercy of Harry last night.
Flora kept trying to talk to her while she climbed the stairs, threw her bag in a corner, went to change her dress and when she finally came out, she only said stepping down to the kitchen to fill her empty belly. “We need to talk about Harry.”
“I was trying to talk to you all morning.” Flora looked at her niece gulping the hot beef stew.
“How was your night?” Alicia asked her.
“Well, it cannot be long at that age.” Flora smiled meaningfully.
“Why did you leave in a hurry?” Her mood was still the same.
“I was afraid that you would refuse to come back with Harry. I really wanted you and Harry to spend some quali
