Chapter 21

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Something golden glimmers in front of Greta door. A golden necklace. An antique. Expensive looking. Diamonds decorated a large golden pendant. A gift from Brahms.

Greta smiles smugly. She's feeling greedy. Time to play her game. If Alice is getting the Manor, she would have the gold.

Greta stands in the doorway. Looks at Brahms,sitting under the covers just as she had left him. She looks down at the necklace in her hand. Then she slips it in her pocket and lifts Brahms up.

Then for the first time, she speaks to Brahms as if he was real, living little boy.

Tender, motherly. God, she feels so stupid.

"Wake up, sweetheart. It's time for breakfast."

She goes down into the kitchen, she screams nearly dropping the doll.

"Alice! What are you doing here?" she shouts.

Alice stares at Greta with her wide eyes. "I live here silly. What is Auntie Greta doing?" Alice asks with a wide smile on her face.

Greta laughs nervously. "What!"

Alice cocks her head to the side and smiles at Brahms.

"What are you doing today?" Alice asks again.

"Just about to make breakfast... With Brahms." Greta mumbles feeling slightly embarrassed.

Alice nods her head. "so you are finally following the rules then. What changed your mind? Huh?"

Greta sits brahms next to Alice. Greta puts the kettle on, and she makes a bacon sandwich.

"Do you know when my shoes went missing. I blames you... Well they returned."

Alice nods her head, smiling. "Brahms finally returned them."

Greta looks at Alice in shock. "How do you know?" she hisses.

Alice shrugs her shoulders. "It's simple, really."

"so you think that Brahms spirit is inside the doll?" greta asks.

Alice blinks a couple of times. "do you think that? If you really want to get to know Brahms, or doll Brahms, play hide n seek. It's his favourite game."

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Alice leaves the kitchen after giving Brahms a kiss on the head. She smiling big as she slowly walks up the stairs and into the child's bedroom.

She places a huge cup of chocolate on the small table and some cookies.

"I hope she is treating you right brahms. I just don't want her to hurt you." she says in a whisper, staring at the wall with a soft smoke on her face.

She hums a song and leaves brahms bedroom and into hers. She picks up her doll and places him on her lap, rocking the doll back and forth.

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