sounds, I thought it's better to feed them ?rst." " You did good. Good job", I said. I headed towards the kitchen. The blood was still there: next to the wall and inside the kitchen. The table was ready. I sat and she sat. I had to ask her, but she started. " When did you come home yesterday? I was waiting for you for a long, long time." Said my sister, eating tomatoes slices. " When did you go to bed yesterday?..." " Don't do that again. I can't stand being alone in this house." She interrupted me, sipping the milk. Her words made me frightened. I wanted to know. I must ask her. " There were blood spots in the kitchen and the living room. Near the wall." I spoke ?nally. " Hahaha. Oh no, the blood. You were afraid, weren't you? I say why your face
was very pale when I said " good morning". When did you see it?" " When I came home." " I am very sorry. Very sorry. I killed a rat in the kitchen. It bled a lot for its size. It was big, but not that big. I threw it in the sack at the entrance door. Then I called a boy to take it to the rubbish container." " Why didn't you wash the ?oor?" She replied," Because yesterday was your turn to sweep and wash the ?oor. So I left it to you to wash it".
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