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In the wardrobe, Michael shut Mary’s mouth with his hand: it seemed to him that it was her laughter that George heard. And then he saw a woman through the tiny crack between wardrobe doors. And he was horrified. It wasn’t the one that was part of his plan.
“Oh, no ...” He whispered.
“What’s there?” Mary asked, trying to see something too.
The sudden movements swayed the clothes in the wardrobe and hangers hit the walls of the closet dumply. The drunk woman shivered and hiccupped, her eyes fixed on the wardrobe. She seemed to see them through the wooden doors of the old furniture. But it was impossible. She put the bottle next to the sofa, not noticing George lying there. Swaying, she went to the wardrobe and suddenly opened the doors. Mary closed her eyes and pressed herself into Michael. Michael slipped right under her arm, dragging Mary behind him and risking being seen by Georgie. Georgie, who was at this moment on the other side of the wardrobe, was thus hidden by a second door. And, having safely avoided meeting Georgie, they hid on the left from the wardrobe, barely breathing from fright, but he, on the contrary, slipped inside, also breathing heavily from fear.
“I don’t understand why are we hiding?” Mary whispered. “And who else is this? And?..”
And then he kissed her. Just because he couldn’t find any other way to shut her up and persuasion would take too much precious time. At least, that’s what he wanted to believe, not understanding why she became so.
“And what was that?” She asked puzzled and got closer to him.
“Hey! Calm down!”
“Why you can, but I can’t? I want that too! How do you do that?”
“Hush!” He whispered, closing her mouth this time with his hand.