Chapter Seven(10)
‘We were training about what to do when the quiver was destroyed,’ said Lydia, rising her voice a bit, ‘And you kept the arrows in your jeans pockets?’
‘Well, I can’t well just hold the handful of arrows in my hands, sling the bow over my shoulder and run, can I?’ interrupted Alberto. ‘Just give my quiver back, come on, this is meaningless.’
They seemed to have forgotten that Cecy existed as they argued.
Cecy, who had been straining to ask Lydia a question, turned smartly at that and marched towards the center of the room, leaving the ridiculous pair behind.
Where had she left her weapon? She didn’t remember, so Cecilia, watching the memory, doesn’t see it. The girl Cecy frowned in confusion and marched over to a box in the distance. Several old boxes stood side by side at the other end of the room, beside the target range. Cecy walked over to one of them and looked inside.