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As she grabbed the last bits of non-meaty foods, she heard Gretta’s rattling sniff come back.
“I’m tired of this game, little Lydia,” Gretta paused, “‘Little Lydia, all alone,” she broke into a cackle until she was coughing for breath.
Lydia looked for a bag, but could only find an apron. She put the items into the passageway and climbed as quietly as she could back through the panel. She moved the bone jar back into place, gave it a friendly pat, and replaced the panel.