[So Lewis is sneaking back into the house after his
pick-Poland-up-and-carry-him-home-trip. Covering this up will be a bit hard though, with blood all over his front and his bare feet all muddy. He just hopes that he can make it to the bathroom and then back into his room without running into anyone.]
[Sorry, papa is here waiting for you. :] ]
Where have you been?
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And it will be hard to deny anything with what his clothes look like.]
Outside.
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I found Feliks.
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What did you do with him?
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I brought him over to his own doorstep.
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You have been very bad.
[Reaching out to grab him by the front of his shirt]
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It had to be done. He couldn't die in our backyard, or there would be even more trouble.
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[Rough backhand]
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They would still have blamed it on you. [And us. Because nobody would not call the children or wives of a murderer anything but that. And he still respects his father, because he is his father and children have to respect and love their parents. He doesn't want him to go to jail, at least.]
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They would have found out what happened either way.
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[Moving to give another smack]
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[Fighting inside if he should take a few steps back or not. But ...a man doesn't show fear, and it wouldn't help him in the end, anyway. He can only run so far.]
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[Looking like he's thinking about this]
That is a good point. Very smart, little one...
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Keeping quiet for now, to not say a wrong word.]
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