At home
Finally back at home, Blodwen unlocked the door and eased it open. It creaked a little, but nothing that could be heard over the sound of the TV coming from the lounge. She carefully shut the door, and walked as quietly as she was able down the hall towards her room. She was halfway there when the TV shut off.
"Blodwen?" Sarah said. The younger girl turned to see Sarah's head around the door frame frowning at her.
"Yes?" Blodwen said, cringing as her voice came out squeaky and guilt-ridden.
"There a reason you're sneaking into your own house?"
"I... I thought you might be asleep."
Sarah's frown deepened.
"Well, as you can see, I'm not," she said flatly. "I made dinner, if you're interested," Sarah added, and pulled back into the living room.
"Yes. Thanks. I'll be right there," Blodwen said and hurried to her room.
Shutting the door behind her, Blodwen rested her head on it.
"Oh you... Muppet," she mumbled to herself. It was like high school all over again, Sarah catching her coming home just after curfew, Sarah making her feel guilty as hell even though she wasn't. Blodwen sighed. Sarah was going to see right through her lies, but she had nothing else plausible to tell. The truth, that that she knew anyway, was completely out of the question. From a rational, objective view-point it sounded like a story, despite what her instincts told her. Blodwen pulled away from the door. No, whatever happened or was said, she couldn't tell Sarah the truth. As she set about hiding the box in a pile of linen under her bed, Blodwen ran through the lie once more and left her room for dinner.
"So, good day?" Blodwen asked her sister, spooning casserole into a bowl.
"Not so much," came the reply. Blodwen winced. Her sister was pissed, and that was never a good thing. She walked back into the adjoining living space and sat down next to her sister anyway.
"Oh?" Blodwen prompted, starting to eat.
Sarah glared at the TV as she spoke. "The welt from that... thing hadn't gone down this morning and I had to wear this horrible turtle-neck. It itched like crazy. And people kept asking questions. So at lunch I went to buy some cream. But it didn't help. In fact the smell was so revolting I lost a client to it. So then I got shouted at by my boss. So now I not only have an itchy neck, but a headache too."
"Oh," Blodwen said, keeping her eyes on her food. "I'm sorry." They settled into a frosty silence for a moment or two, listening to the TV drone on, before Blodwen spoke again. "I have some good news though – I took it to the police. They confiscated it." She risked a peak at Sarah. The glare had relaxed a little and the older girl gave a small nod of approval.
"Good," Sarah said. She looked at Blodwen. "Did they say-?"
"Not really," Blodwen answered with a shake of her head, digging herself deeper into the lie. The more she talked the more real and natural it seemed. "Something about a set designer from London going nuts, but he's in custody now. Or something." Blodwen shrugged. "They weren't that talkative, you know?"
"Sure," Sarah said nodding, seeming satisfied with the explanation. Blodwen sat back, feeling the tension leave the room. Soon enough it was time for bed, and as she drifted off, Blodwen tried her hardest not to think about the artefacts hidden under her bed.
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