We could see on the monitors that some of the kids were already pouring into the room.
“We have to tell them.”
Damn, I knew she was going to say that.
I nodded in agreement and replied, “Yes, I guess so.”
We opened and walked in. Their eyes and some of their mouths were wide open in astonishment. Tabitha did the talking.
“Barabus is gone. You are now free.”
There was a stony silence and some of the children looked at each other for guidance.
“And there is lots of food,” I interjected.
Somehow, I knew that would make a difference. And it did.
Suddenly there was a smile here and there.
Tabitha looked at me, her face looked all contorted. Oh yeah, I’d forgotten about the blood and the dead body.
“Just give us a few minutes to get it sorted,” I continued.
Fortunately, they appeared to believe us. We hastily put the body in a side room and washed the blood from the floor and furniture before calling them in.
Their eyes were aghast at the opulence that they saw and the fine food to be eaten. Telling them to partake in the wine was a mistake though. Little over an hour later the room was full of sleeping bodies and vomit.
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