*peeks out from behind the curtain*

*squeaks*

*runs behind the curtain only to get shoved back into the open*

*shyly waves*

Hello to everyone who just friended me, and, unh, my, there's a lot of you. Thank you. I just friended you all back.

I'm usually slightly more interactive as person than I have been in the past month (*kicks Africander fic*) but I'm cleaning the story as I go so I've actually been staring at word instead of being actually, unh, friendly. Apologies.

Please feel free to look around. I don't often lock posts (I think maybe five times in two years), so everything is pretty much open for inspection.

Pleasedontbite.

Well, you can bite, but only if I ask for it.

For the Scatterlings and Orphanages Africander Fiction Challenge by ludditerobot

For all previous parts, go here.
Continued from Part 25.

I grinned in anticipation. No doubt that I would be positively shocked and suitably horrified before Mr. Harris was done.

I take no comfort in the fact that I was right.

Before Mr. Harris was done, I was horrified.

Not because he lied, but because he told the truth.

( And like all secrets long kept, we cannot bear the shame of admitting it now... )