“I stood in front of the door and stared at the gold-painted star with the script written across the top: Madame Medusa. I’d only been in the same room with the Diva a few times, and never alone. Dad spent a lot of time with her, because she sometimes demanded company and when he was “switched off,” he could look directly at her without turning to stone. I placed the box on the ground and knocked twice, very softly. The Diva didn’t like loud noises. I waited for what seemed like a long time, but... there was no response. “Madame Medusa? I have your…stuff from the pet store.” “Boy?” Hearing her voice felt a little like the brain freeze you get from eating ice cream too quickly. “Is that you?” “Y-y-yes, Madame.” “So…Mommy’s finally letting you out from under her apron strings….” I waited, shifting back and forth on the balls of my feet. I repeated to myself over and over that there was nothing to be worried about. Give her the rats, a few minutes of polite conversation, and then I could go give Liel her shirt.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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