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CHAPTER 14
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2021-05-02 15:03:11I came down from my room once the Coterie finally disappeared down the bayou towards the river. Esther, Rocio and Kizzy were speaking in the kitchen, yet I still didn't feel "forgiven" enough to be part of the conversation. Still, I inched myself towards the kitchen with the intention of getting something to snack on.
Once I got to the door, I paused before entering.
"I just don't think it's fair that we don't get to attend the ceremony," Rocio complained to the girls, rubbing shea butter on her hands.
"Madam Dumont trusts us to keep the house secure while she's gone."
"Give me a break, Kizzy," Rocio replied, annoyed. "She left us here to babysit her daughter. Isn't sh
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