Chapter 83
“Why not?” “They’re factory workers,” she says on a sigh. “They’re not accustomed to having such power. Bessie’s gotten quite full of herself.” “I hardly think that’s—” “She wanted to go into the Winterlands again. Without you,” Pip admits. “She did?” Pip takes my arm. We step carefully over the groaning vines slithering across the floor. “It’s better if I have more, don’t you think? That way they have someone to look up to, someone to guide them. They’re such children, really. And I can keep them safe for you.” That’s a laugh coming from Pip, but the news about Bessie sounds an alarm inside me. “Yes, all right. I’ll give them less,” I agree. Pip kisses my forehead. She drops the berries she’s been playing with into her mouth, one, two, three. “Should you be eating those?” I ask.
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