The Woman From Hell

The sky outside was very blue. I was wandering in the yard. I had no idea what Matthew was thinking now. I should have been shaken by what he said to me after how his aunt had tried persuading him yesterday, but I put on a calm appearance this morning with the thought of provoking him.

Could it be that he was still testing me?

It seemed that I would still have to settle down.

At this moment, a sound came from the door.

Matthew could not have come back at this time. Could it be a thief?

I picked up a stick next to me and aimed it at the door as I walked toward it with small steps. Except for the sound of the door opening, the person outside the door did not speak.

If it was Matthew, why was there not the sound of keys jingling?

While I was pondering this, the door opened.

Just as I was about to swing the stick down, I heard a familiar voice. "Don't, don't! It's Aunt Nessa."

Aunt?

took a closer look, and it was really

eased, and I put the stick back in place. "Aunt Nessa, why

were afraid. Looks like he was telling the truth. He came to my place before going to work today. He told me to accompany

enough, whatever I did had

going out the main door ever since

in a remote place, we reached the town after walking a few hundred meters. There were two rows of shops along the side of the road where one could get everything. The people

walked,

to me, "This place

know us. Look, this is Mrs. Zee who sells fruit, and that's Mr. Lucas who's the butcher. He shares the same family name as

such a small town was actually brilliant. The place was not big, and there were not many

would be wonderful if I could live in

some things, and I followed

Variety Grains' written

that be the name of

around. 'Anmead Specialty Products' was written on the signboard of another mart. Now I had confirmation that this place was called Anmead. Although the names

not dare behave too obviously lest Matthew got onto me after learning about the situation from