I was going to ask about it, but…
It occurred to me that the best thing was to take all that to the incinerator. I left the sandwich on the counter, but once I approached the bags (right by the back door), my body stiffened with terror and I realized I was afraid to go outside.
What if those strange beings were out there, roaming around my house?
Hans and Nika stopped talking for a moment. Immediately I realized they were looking at me again, curious. To disguise my fear a little, I lifted the bags.
“Um… I think I’ll take this to the basement so it doesn’t stink up the place. Tomorrow I’ll put them in the incinerator.”
Neither of them said anything for or against it.
So that’s what I did, in the end. I went down to the basement and placed the bags under the stairs. It was much darker
