Ankara
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Leola
Leola watched Amelia looking at the tea. Probably admiring it, she mused to herself, it was beautiful. It pleased her to have things people admired, to be admired. What didn't please her was this simple woman's silence. It infuriated her. She would have to try more drastic measures. “Sylvia!” Leola called. Immediately the girl entered. “Take our guest back to her room.”
About halfway to Amelia’s room, Fry stepped out. “I’ll take her the rest of the way Sylvia, thank you.” Fry began to show Amelia back to her room. He knew that she was furious. He began to slow down so he was walking beside her. “Amelia,” he whispered, “Take this and listen to it when you’re alone, it will explain everything.” He handed her a small handheld tape recorder. “Hide it under your bed, and when you’re done with it, I’ll come back for it.”
When they reached Amelia’s room, Fry opened the door and let her inside. “And please Amelia, just tell them what they want to know.” And he shut the door. Fry wandered down the hall towards his own room. He had to find someway to help. He had hoped that Amelia would just tell Leola what she wanted to know, so they could go home, but from the look Sylvia had given him it wasn’t going as planed.
All of a sudden, it was like a cloud lifted from his mind. Amelia’s cell phone! If he could get to a phone and called it, the number would be on the phone. At least then if an honest cop found it, he could start tracking Amelia. But really, what could the police do against Leola?
Leola watched Amelia looking at the tea. Probably admiring it, she mused to herself, it was beautiful. It pleased her to have things people admired, to be admired. What didn't please her was this simple woman's silence. It infuriated her. She would have to try more drastic measures. “Sylvia!” Leola called. Immediately the girl entered. “Take our guest back to her room.”
About halfway to Amelia’s room, Fry stepped out. “I’ll take her the rest of the way Sylvia, thank you.” Fry began to show Amelia back to her room. He knew that she was furious. He began to slow down so he was walking beside her. “Amelia,” he whispered, “Take this and listen to it when you’re alone, it will explain everything.” He handed her a small handheld tape recorder. “Hide it under your bed, and when you’re done with it, I’ll come back for it.”
When they reached Amelia’s room, Fry opened the door and let her inside. “And please Amelia, just tell them what they want to know.” And he shut the door. Fry wandered down the hall towards his own room. He had to find someway to help. He had hoped that Amelia would just tell Leola what she wanted to know, so they could go home, but from the look Sylvia had given him it wasn’t going as planed.
All of a sudden, it was like a cloud lifted from his mind. Amelia’s cell phone! If he could get to a phone and called it, the number would be on the phone. At least then if an honest cop found it, he could start tracking Amelia. But really, what could the police do against Leola?
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