“A what?” Amy said turning to follow the fast walking man along the side of the crowd. “He sure does walk fast. Why is he in such a hurry? Is this how fast they walk in the East?”
“He’s on a mission,” Angelina said having no choice but go with Amy. Sharing a body had its problems, but Angelina couldn’t stop looking at the man. “Dietrich.” She said the man’s actual name only to Amy in their mind, as she had been speaking the whole of the time. Angelina didn’t like to talk out loud or to even make her presence known to the outside world.
The two girls made it all the way to the gathered family, just before the Margrave, to stand in the back, to stand out of the way where they were suppose to stand. The Matron of the family introduced each of her own children, one son and three daughters, who bore striking resemblances to her except for the youngest girl who only had a slight resemblance. The Matron did not look old enough to have mature children like these, her dark wig and ample cosmetics expertly hiding her gray, wrinkles and blemishes.
Once all the family had been introduced Amy was mentioned like less than a second thought. “And this plain-looking girl here, whom we have so charitably taken in, is Amy,” the Matron said and gave a slight gesture to Amy but didn’t even bother to glance at her.
Angelina didn’t know why Dietrich was back. He was supposed to dead, yet it didn’t surprise her at all that no one here remembered or recognized him. They didn’t normal see people. With the introductions over Angelina could see that Dietrich was watching her now.
The clustered group of the Family broke apart, drifting off to enjoy the party and one of the three daughters of the Matron took Dietrich by the arm and began to flirt with him. It turned Angelina’s stomach to think of Dietrich as one of the sisters’ new pets.
“It’s too bad,” Amy whispered only to Angelina. “Maybe he won’t like them and go home. Is the East better than here?”
“Anywhere is better than here,” Angelina said, watching him go. But there was no time to think about that now; they had to get back, to get back to work. They needed the money.
Amy turned to leave but an icy chill went through her as the Matron called her. She swiftly and quietly moved over to the Matron, curtseyed low and stayed that way, never looking the Matron in the face. The Matron not only had an authoritative voice but her eyes were a hazel color that quite often changed, a fact which terrified Amy.
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