Catherine grabbed Carla by the shoulder and tapped her foot. "O-Oh. Hey, sis!" Carla said nervously. Catherine glared at the fifteen-year-old and looked toward her hand and foot, both currently trapping you and Mary respectively and you silently hoped that the twenty-one-year-old noticed you two.
"Hello Carla." Catherine replied, slightly angry at the middle child. "You mind telling me what you're doing?" She asked sternly. Carla bit her lip nervously, which only escalated when the eldest daughter asked, "What do you have in your hand and under your foot?"
"Um...b-bugs...? Yeah! Bugs! I'm just getting rid of some pests, that's all!" Carla stuttered. Catherine looked at her, unamused and continued to glare at her. "Carla, I can tell you're lying. I can also tell that those are not bugs." The eldest said. "So, are you planning on giving me the twins safely? Or do I have to make you?"
You and Mary looked at each other in shock and joy at Catherine's words. Carla, in response to Catherine's threat,...
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