I didn’t 2

I didn't 2

“…he’ll take pity on you innocents suffering for his crimes and confess.”

The twins were not so young that they couldn’t understand Martha’s sarcasm. They were the only three residents in the house and if Sister Martha was looking for her money, then it was either one or both of them that took it.

Martha went into the room to retrieve the rod she kept behind the door. She trusted it to produce the note-thief.

Her money! Those little louts! She could still feel the embarrassment that floored her when she was about to pay for the popcorn and groundnut she couldn’t wait to munch but was only restrained by her given training of ‘don’t eat on the road’ she was brought up with. The seller had looked at her with an expression of disdain that said ‘so you want to scam me abi?’, as she discovered to her horror that her notes were missing. She had wanted the ground to open up and swallow her as she returned the goods in shame.

No way were the twins going to beg their way out of this. Her notes must appear. Where was that cane?

Meanwhile, in the living room, the twins were in an urgent consultation. Consultation because it was obvious they were the culprits, but they were confused because none of them actually took the four notes. Between them, the truth was bound to come out, as they were trusted confidants. This didn’t extend to their Sister Martha because she was more their mother than their sister. They had to find a solution, and quick. And so the meeting commenced.

“Did you take the notes, Magdalene?”

“No, I didn’t. Did you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Something is wrong, Mary. Who then took the four notes?”

“I don’t know o. I saw only two notes in her purse and I took them. Only two.”

“Oh. So it was you. I was surprised that four notes were missing. I know I took only two and two was left.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Let’s beg her. I still have one left. What about yo..?”

There really was no point in attempting to postpone doomsday. The general they were planning to beg was coming with her weapon of war, the dreaded cane. It didn’t look like they were going to escape punishment, whether or not Sister Martha had proof.

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