Thalia is circling the workshop now, her poop coloured gown sashaying behind her.
"Janet, you were the last to leave the workshop, did you take anything home? " Thalia inquires , her voice taking on an impatient tone.
"What's that supposed to mean?, Thalia be warned! don't you ever accuse me of such in your life " The woman in the two piece yells catching me off guard so much so that I flinch in panic, it seemed as if they weren't the same women who were talking about their sex lives so casually.
"If there's anyone you should suspect, it should be Ravine , but because she's your friend you choose to accuse i that I'm innocent" The woman finishes and I jerk like I've been stung by a bee.
What the hell was that supposed to mean, that I was a thief? I'd never been rebellious as a kid, finding it difficult to say my mind most times to the extent most people labelled me as autistic and I'd gone from there to be a thief over night, I didn't even know what I stole.
