Right after Cas had lost his temper Meg had made a phone call to some company that could fix windows or place new ones. And, well, someone had to let the men in, right? And someone had to keep an eye on the house while the owners were gone.
So, after the window was fixed and the men left, Meg had another tour in the house. So far she had only seen Daphne’s bedroom and aside from the book she was composição literária there was really nothing fascinating to find.
She walked up to the fridge, hoping to find some booze, but when she opened it and let her eyes go over its content all she could see, regarding liquids, was…
“Water. Yummy” Meg muttered. She slammed the fridge. She walked back to the cozinha and searched through the cupboards. Sure there must be biscoitos, cookies somewhere. Every normal had biscoitos, cookies in their houses. But then again, Daphne wasn’t exactly what you call normal.
No cookies.
“Damn, she really is Mother Teresa” Meg said, a little impressed.
She leaned against the dresser when her eye caught something. Apparently, in the action of the moment, Daphne had forgotten her purse. Meg stuck out her arm and pulled the bag to her. She opened it and threw the content on the dresser. A few boxes popped out.
She picked them up one por one and read what it was for. One was for depressions. One was for when you get hysterical. There were painkillers, but not normal ones, these were for complete agony. And then there were also pills for hallucinations.
“What the-”
She didn’t get to finish, because a police car stopped in front of the house and a woman commanded her to get out of the house, with her hands on her head.