"I don't understand, who's taken them?" Auntie Ivory asks, a cup of strong mint tea in her hand. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and beside me, annoyance flashes across Uncle Tobias' face.
"We don't know that yet." I say.
"That's what we're trying to figure out." Tobias says bluntly, his words harsh. Auntie Ivory narrows her eyes at him before taking another sip of her tea.聽Quite聽frankly, I'm surprised her pinky finger isn't sticking out as she drinks.
The door pushes open and Woody walks in, heading towards the kitchen at the back. Ivory snaps her head towards him and a look of surprise flashes across it as she watches his every move.
"Who is this?" She asks, looking at Uncle Tobias. He takes a few moments to answer, his face emotionless.
"He works for me." Uncle Tobias says quietly, adjusting himself on the seat whilst avoiding tell Ivory his name. He looks uncomfortable, like he doesn't want to speak much about Woody.聽Weird.