Chapter 19- Life Outside the Orphanage ... Seems to Be Much Harder?(4)
'Catherine Edwards?!"
Miss Blackwood ran down the corridors of the orphanage, with the reminder to limp from time to time when she met a small group of frightened children in her way.
'Elizabeth, where are you, little bitch?!"
As usual, the old lady fiercely looked for her... to make poor girl's life even more miserable. The woman kept screaming.
'Catherine Edwards ?!"
She entered each tiny room, each dormitory stuffed with furniture and old closets. Some of those closets had no doors because they were eaten by bugs. She hit them with her crutch.
The old lady saw a lot of children washing the floor blackened in time, not because of the dirt, but because the children used to polish it daily. That floor with traps here and there with rotten or broken planks.
'Kid, where's Elizabeth Edwards?"
The boy, about seven, carried a bucket full of water almost heavier than he was. He stopped near the old hag.
'I don't know, Miss Blackwood."
'Yeah, you never know anything. Only I have to know and do them all."
The old lady also looked in the next room, the last one she had not checked. Still nothing. She got close to the child again, mumbling something.
'We help you as much as we can…," said the little boy with big black eyes looking at Mrs. Blackwood with a smile.
The woman looked at the boy, frowning.
'Don't you have a job to finish?"
The boy nodded his head.
'Then what the hell are you looking for here? Go!"
The boy hardly picked up the huge bucket and started rattling with it.
The old woman, who above all was limp, only when she wanted or remembered, continued her search and went down the stairs to the ground floor. At their end, someone waited for her.
'Mr. Harp ... how nice to see you. I just tidied... I let you know, if I still have to be on my own, I will definitely not enjoy the winter holidays.
"I'm sure you'll deal with it, Miss Blackwood," Mr. Harp said sharply. Unfortunately I can't give you the good news of hiring a help for you, but I still have good news.
The lady smiled softly in the corner of her mouth, as if she knew it was something that would really please her.
'What is it, Mr. Harp?" Miss Blackwood sighed.
'Someone came after Miss Elizabeth Catherine Edwards ... took her and left."
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as if the sun hit her face.
'I didn't think you'd really enjoy this, Miss Blackwood. I mean ... I knew you would enjoy it, but I never saw you so happy."
'That's why I can't find the little bitch anymore. Finally, Count Dragoesti came after her," the woman expressed her relief once more. 'I served all this time as he asked me to ... a task that seemed too difficult and which a person of my worth shouldn't accept. That little witch drove me all batshit ..."
But even with so many lost years, as she said, Miss Blackwood smiled joyously. Mr. Harp looked at the woman.
'The gentleman who came was not called Dragoesti ... he had another name," he said.
These words seemed to drive Madame Blackwood mad, for her gaze and frown on her face indicated that she turned into a demon. She looked at the director and began to yell as she grabbed his collar:
'WHAT DID YOU SAY? WHAT DID YOU DO, ASSHOLE? What do you mean? Who took her, tell me right away!"
"Miss Blackwood, what does that mean?" Mr. Harp screamed, scared.
'HOW COULD YOU LET A STRANGER GET THE CHILD? Do know the danger you got me into ... DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU DID?"
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