049

The skinny Veil

“You, pass me that TV slide,” Susan barked, her voice reducing through the quietness of the Vila.

Roda hesitated, glancing toward the corner table where the slide lay. It was just three steps away from where Susan was sitting with her legs crossed and arms folded.

“Roda! Are you deaf?” Susan snapped, her sharp tone making the maid cringe.

“I-I’m sorry, I'll get it now,” Roda stammered, hurrying over to get it. She gave it to Susan, her arms trembling barely.

Susan snatched it from her without so much as a thank you. “It is getting interesting,” she muttered, flipping through the channels.

The silence didn’t...