The Dome . part 3.

but I grabbed her at time .

It was his sister , I politely apologised to her and kept walking on my path but she got clingy to my arms in fake sweetness that made me nauseaus yet i am trying not to judge her .

she insisted on inviting me to her room for tea and talk , I poorly agreed but actually I just hated tea more than anything in my life and talk with her , we have just met  ??? what do we have to talk about right now , and who would like to talk while drinking something bitter , in my country it is insult to drink it with suger , hope they don’t follow this role too here   .

We are sitting in this big cozy room , full of fur and feathers of poor ostriches which was put in huge pots in everywhere ,and also with the waving servents like it was supposed to bring fresh air but i cannt help but thinking about the poor ostrishes and for sure red roses everywhere too,  yet so much red for my eyes making them twitch