Orvi!? Orvi! I heard screaming! What’s going on?
The, the big one and the eyes and the mouths and…
No, no. It is all gone, child. It will not hurt you-
I don’t like it! I don’t like it!
It’s okay-
I don’t understand!
It’s okay. You are going to be alright, Orvi.
I don’t- I don’t-
So long as I am here, nothing can hurt you.
I want Mumma! I don’t like it!
I apologise… She is no longer…
…
I’m sorry.
…
…
That’s okay. You’re not Mumma, but I like you, General Ma.
Just… Ma is fine.
Is the babies okay?
They are fine.
They’re not hurting?
They are fine.
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Sash is upset.
What?
She’s only little.
She’s- Sash is fine, Orvi.
No, she’s always upset.
What makes you think that, Orvi?
She looks like she needs to poo.
Heh-
Did you laugh?
No, it is simply a… prescient observation.
That’s mean! It’s only ‘cause you’re horrible at nappies! I keep having to show you!
‘Prescient’ is a good thing, Orvi. And you are very good with the twins.
Oh… Sorry…
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What does ‘pre-seent’ mean?
It means… very… good at seeing things.
So I have good eyes?
Specifically, you are good at using your eyes.
…
What is it, child?
I don’t want good eyes…
…
I’m not scared.
I do not think you are scared, Orvi.
I’m not.
You… uh…
I’m not a baby.
I… do not think you are a baby.
You think everyone’s babies. You’re too big.
That… might be true, yes.
How did you do that?
Do what?
Be so big.
…
…
I ate all my tomatoes.
No!
Yes, I ate all my tomatoes.
No!
It’s true.
That’s not fair!
All the adults have eaten tomatoes.
…
…
…are you sure?
Positive.
But they’re so yuck.
Even so.
…
They are simply too healthy.
…okay. But Stitch cooks them!
No, I will cook them.
You’re horrible at cooking!
…
Don’t be mad.
I am not mad.
You’re mad.
I am just reflecting.
Punching walls is for bad kids.
I will not punch a wall.
…
Don’t give me that look.
I’m not.
You are.
If I’m giving you a look then you’re mad.
Hah!
Are you mad?
Alright. Fair is fair. I am a bit put off, yes.
Grk.
What was that sound?
I thought you would say you weren’t mad.
I am old enough to admit when I am mad.
…
…
I admit I gave you a look.
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Do I still have to eat your food?
You still have to eat my cooking.
Pleh!
Orvi! Don’t spit on the floor!
Yuck.
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…
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You’re mad.
Yes I’m mad.