Out of the Chocolate Box (51)

Too fast. Way too fast. I had an uneasy sense—all was not as it appeared to be. He was the Captain. I was his subordinate and trapped in this cove. ‘I’m not so sure, anymore.’
I began to walk away from him.
He padded after me. ‘I’m sorry, did I come across too strong. I just thought—you—and me…’

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Out of the Chocolate Box (50)

‘You know, I am always amazed at who one finds behind sheds.’ I broke the trance of silence. I hate silences.
‘Holly, you are here.’ Günter gave me a sideways glance. I was on one side of the surfboard and he was on the other side.
‘Yes, I am here,’ I replied. I was unsure how to act. Right there, right at that moment, Günter was hot—in more ways than one. Perspiration dripped down his cheek. But I was unsure. Would he stay that way? ‘Why here? What’s the deal with the behind the shed business?’ I pushed for a reaction. ‘Oh, god, you don’t smoke or take drugs, do you?’

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Out of the Chocolate Box (48)

The Grandfather clock bonged twelve times. I glided down to the dining hall where the attendant, Novice Scratch-It, led me to the banquet table. To my disappointment, all the women sat on one table and all the men on the other.
‘This is definitely boarding school!’ I muttered sitting down.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (47)

In the meantime, I had questions that must be answered—like why does the kitchenhand hide his face under his hoody? I had nothing better to do. Besides, Günter, distant and preoccupied, had escaped to the village. As for Commander Driver, she had morning prayers and worship, taking up the whole morning.
So, when the kitchenhand scuttled out of the dining area after washing up, I followed him…at a distance.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (46a)

I attempted to sleep, but instead tossed and turned. I was on the mystery trail and no closer to sleeping. My mind spun round and round, thoughts rotating like in a tumble dryer. Those days and weeks before she passed, she shared her story—but not this. When I asked why it all happened, she went silent.

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