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“Sister dear, what brings you here?” Hilda asked Alice with disdain, eying her tragically mortalesque clothes. “I thought that you preferred hiding your relationship to Zelda and I?”
“I think that my daughter is in a cult — or a coven — I don’t know,” Alice explained, eyes filled with a naked desperation. “Please, Hilda, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need you to help me.”
Hilda’s brows rose. “And what if I don’t want to help you?”
Alice shook her head. “I don’t know where else to go, what else to do. Polly’s run away to a farm with her boyfriend, and Hal is just glad to be rid of her — but I’m concerned. The pamphlets that she left…”
Hilda grabbed one from Alice’s hand. She sniffed at the brush of contact. “I’ll see what I can find out,” she decided, feeling rather magnanimous. Alice was her sister, after all, even if she agreed with none of her choices.