Born in Hell: Chapter 8, Fifteen (1)


Thank the Lord, the afternoon passed in an uneventful blur. As I had concluded, Charlotte stopped her interregation, trusting that I knew nothing more than she did. But, unfortunately, it was very tense between us, not like either of us had a reason the be upset with eachother.
It was 6:30 by the time we got back to Aunt Maura’s house. I grabbed the mail from the box before we walked to the door. She had dinner cooked already, and was patiently waiting for us, the smell of Angel Food in the air. My favorite.
“Sorry I couldn’t help with dinner, Aunt Maura.” I apologized. “It smells delicious.”
“Thank you, dear.”
I was absent-mindedly shifting through the mail, picking out the magazines that looked interesting. There was a letter adressed to me, sealed in a large ivory envelope. I checked the return address to see that it was from the Demiatra Academy for the Young & Talented.

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