As the moonlight shone down on Katherine, she looked at what she had done.
I can’t stay here. I can’t stay here. I can’t stay here.
Her thoughts were a mangled heap, each one clawing at each other to keep her attention. It was hard though, Saraphina kept her focus. She told her what to do, and Katherine listened, mesmerized by her hypnotic voice.
Now drag them out back.
“Is that such a good idea Sara?” Katherine whispered.
Do you doubt me? Her voice began to rise.
“No! No… I guess I just thought…”
I’m the one who does the thinking. Remember? Or do I need to… Remind you again?
“Please! No! Anything but that. I’ll do it. Where should I drag them?”
Drag them to the back.
“Yes, Sara.”
Do you always have to do what Sara says? I think you should ignore her, a raspy voice with a hint of a southern accent said. It was softer than Sara’s, but she heard it in her head none the less.
Hush, Beatrice I know what I’m doing.
That’s what you think.
“Be quiet! Both of you! Please!”
No! They yelled in unison.
Katherine moaned. She looked down at her dress. It was new; Papa had just bought it for her twenty-fifth birthday. It was made of a new fabric called cotton. The lightweight fabric breathed, so she was able to do the hard work of dragging three young dead bodies much easier than if she were in wool.
Unfortunately, the dress was soaked- in both sweat and blood. Some of it was hers, but most was Emily, Maya, and Thomas’. Her children.
She swept her dark brown hair away from her face and wiped a tear from her cheek as she dragged the first body down the hall leaving a dark red stain on the hard wood floor.
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