Bab 41: 40. Rumours

With one small towel around her head and another around her chest, Que leaned back on the headboard looking at the two maids eating in their earnest. She momentarily forgot about the issue of the dead animals. The girls had gotten quite comfortable on her bed with several dishes in front and them ruining the bedsheets.

They were stuffing their faces without a care of soiling their face and clothes or worst the bed. She pity whoever is in charge of laundry. Oh, it's Hanna. She looked at the maid to the side, talk about if looks could kill. Que stiffled her laugh, food particles were stuck to the side of their mouths and all over their hands. She was certain firebeams would soon shoot out of Hanna's eyes and finish off these two.