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Central International Airport This choice: Go inside and find out what's going on. • Go Back... When she stepped out of the car, Kanya dusted herself and pushed ahead of Justin to the front door.
"Abby," Justin called, "Hey, what's the rush? You don't even know where you are!"
"I just didn't feel like being dragged around anymore by an overgrown, outdated, Ope- umm... anyways. Nevermind. I just didn't want you thinking you could bully someone like me around, like you were doing," she mouthed off in a firm yet sarcastic voice. She almost slipped on the "Opey" nickname, but she caught herself, and Justin was none the wiser.
She kept looking around the house. Something was strangely familiar. she reached for the doorknob, and then backed away from it.
"Where are we? What is this place?" Kanya demanded.
Justin reached around Kanya to open the door and quickly pushed her over the threshold. He wasted no time in closing the door behind them.
"Sometimes the best place to hide from someone is right under his nose! Go pick a room and get comfortable. Don't touch anything you don't need to touch," Justin warned.
Kanya proceeded uop the stairs, and upon reaching the landing at the top, saw something she had not seen since she was just a little girl. It was a painting, a portrait of a beautiful young lady, in a traditional formal gown from the late 19th century. It was a pale blue gown, with a full pettycoat, and lots of intricate ruffling, in variable layers on the skirt.
Kanya knew this painting. Kanya knew this dress. She had tried it on when she was little. She had a fight with her father, and had run off to the attic. The dress was in a cherry stained wooden trunk, with elaborate metal work, and fanciful artwork engraved into the wooden sides. Yes, Kanya knew this house. That picture could have been her, but it was not. It was her great, great grandmother.
Kanya was worried if Justin saw the portrait, he would know her secrets. What should she do? If she removed the painting, there would be an obviously empty place on the wall from where the painting had captured the dust. If she let it hang, she would have to find a way to cover the painting, or keep Justin downstairs until it was time to leave.
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