Before the hand could reached Niala’s face, a delicate hand would stop Genki’s advancement. The man grimacing in pain as he noticed discoloration beginning to set in. His once tan flesh now turning black as it began to decay, rotting off as his inner muscles were being exposed. “I knew you was not about to do what it looked like.”, The honey sweet words of Hanau causing Genki to stare within the smokey greyish eyes of his wife. Maybe in an act of foolishness or from the rage that he felt towards Niala, having found her performing those dark arts, he spoke, “Yes, I was going to hit that thi - - -” The words would never be finished as Hanae kneed the man in the crotch. Dropping like a sack of bricks, Genki’s screams tore through his throat as he thrashed wildly about while grabbing the area hit.

“Niala. Sweety.” Hanae spoke, briefly looking over at her crying daughter, “Do not listen to this man. He has no say in where you stay here or not.” She watched as the look of confusion on Genki’s face turned into anger. “Like hell she can! She is no daughter of mine! She is an abomination, just like her mother and uncle.” The man spat, cradling his arm that was infected with necrosis. He remembering what Hanae had just done to him moments ago. Instead of being angry at what Genki said, Hanae laughed. The laugh lasting a few moments as she covered her mouth, “Oh, I’m sorry.”, She apologize, “I find it funny that it took you this long to figure out Niala nor Kensaku are your children.” The smile on her face grew at the look of confusion in Genki’s eyes. “What do you mean Kensaku is not my child?”, The man making it clear that he no longer saw Niala as his child.

Shrugging, Hanae looked around the room, her thoughts bringing up fond memories, “Like I said, neither of them are your children. They belong to Katsurou.” As if being dipped in a freezing water, Genki froze. The name being one of familiarity of him for it belonged to his oldest twin brother. A brother who had stayed back to fight against those invading Sunagakure no Sato with that being the last time he heard and seen of the man. There relationship was not the best nor worse. The two got on relatively well with the oldest one always looking after his younger brother, making sure he was happy. Never would the man do something like this to him. Hanae had to be lying! “You lying bitch!” Genki snarled, chakra radiating off of his massive frame as he stared at his wife who was looking at him in a nonchalant manner, “He would never do something like that!”

Hanae rolled her eyes at Genki, for everything good about him, the man was incredibly naive, “Believe what you will. But, do remember that you was not the only one seeking my affection. Your brother was also. He knew that you liked me, so, instead of taking me, like he should have, he gave up his happiness for you.” She admitted, not caring about the shock impression on Genki’s face or how she admitted wanting his twin more than him, “But, before we became an item. Me and Katsurou spent some time together. A final goodbye between lovers that lasted throughout the evening and until the early morning. Remember when you wonder where I had been, and I said with my grandparents? It was a lie. I was with Katsurou. Of course, my grandparents knew, and covered for me. They never liking you because of your short temper. It was on that day when Niala and Kensaku was conceived, and a secret between me, my grandparents and Katsurou was formed. You will never know that they weren’t your children. You was to never know that your oldest brother sacrificed his happiness for yours, even when you did not deserve it. However, after what you just pulled? I can careless.” After finish speaking, Hanae touched the small butterfly tattoo on the underside of her wrist as a piece of paper fluttered out, grabbing it, she applied a minuscule amount of chakra to it and tossed it at Genki who reflectively caught it “If you still don’t believe me, here is the real birth certificate, and DNA test that proves who Niala and Kensaku’s father is.”

As Genki eyes scanned over the piece of paper, he could not believe it. He could not believe that all this time he had been lied to. That Kensaku was not his son. That the woman who he loved did not truly love him, but rather his brother. As much as he wanted to deny the truth of the matter, he could not for it was staring him right in the face. “It has always been him. . .” What started out as a whispered ended up as a scream, “ALWAYS!”, and a fist was sped towards Hanae. Applying chakra to her left hand, Hanae caught the fist, squeezing it till bones were cracking, “Niala. I need you to dry those tears for me, can you do that? You are your mother child, therefore, don’t waste tears on trash like him. The moment he said those things to you is the moment you heart should harden for a real man, a real father, would never say those things to his children. So, do not waste your tears on someone like him, do you understand?” She asked, catching the other fist thrown at her. Many people would be surprised that Hanae was able to handle Genki, as the man currently was, but the truth of the matter was she had always been stronger than her husband, she just not flaunt it to keep his fragile ego.

“Oh, don’t think I forgot about your comment of me being an abomination.”, She spoke as a familiar chakra began to roll off her body. The sickly and disease ridden energy rolling off her in waves, causing the man to subconsciously recoil, bringing some distance between them, “You always did hated our specialities, didn’t you? When did it start? Was it when you nearly died by my brother when he used necrosis against you? You do remember that right? Where if it was not for me, you would have died. That I was the one who begged him not to kill you. Did you fear start then? No, it had to be before then. Yes, it had to be because you questioned me on numerous occasion why I practice such disgusting arts. It coming to the point where I started practicing healing techniques to please you.” Indeed, in the few months of them dating, Genki had constantly talk about how disgusting and unnatural Daremo’s techniques were, and that he wish she would not used them. In order to please him, she did what was asked, though, secretly she kept on training in the area. She could not give up a family legacy like that.

Genki gritted his teeth at the accusation of him being afraid of those techniques. Him afraid? HA! He was not afraid of anything. “You know nothing!”, He shouted, moving towards Hanae, attacking her once more. Familiar scalpels formed on each one of Hanae’s hands, these not being the typical medical scalpels one can learn in the library but a suiton variant. These scalpels found home against Genki’s wrist, cutting the tendrils within them, making them useless. At the sight of the cut, the skin was slowly being eaten away by a little surprise hidden amongst the scalpels. A technique that she wished to pass onto Niala, the suiton scalpel carries a flesh eating bacteria that feeds on organisms with chakra while laying dormant on things that doesn’t. While she did practice necrosis, her calling was in flesh eating diseases, something that Genki was experiencing first hand. Shooting out her leg, Hanaei cause the burly man to fall on the floor as her chakra covered foot, sliced through the tendrils within his knee. Walking behind the down man, Hanae grabbed him back his hair, yanking it back so he was looking at Niala “I am only going to say this once. Apologize to Niala. Apologize for everything you said to her. Or else.”. Silence descended on in the room, Genki eyes burning with hatred at Niala, “I am. . “ He snarled, “Not sorry for calling you or your mother an abomination. You fucking - - -”, Before he could finish the sentence, he was promptly knocked out by Hanae. “Sleep.”, She whispered, a fine mist escaping her lips, engulfing the down man, putting him into a deep slumber. Stepping over the down man, Hanae moved towards her daughter.

“Niala? Baby?”, Hanae spoke, “I know a lot have been said, and you learn a lot of stuff. I know you have questions, and I will answer them, but I need you to do me a favor. Can you go find Kensaku? He should be at training ground #14. He mentioned something about training jutsus out there. Can you do that for me?” She waited to her daughter said something before continuing, “I need to take care of some things here.” If she did leave, Hanae would turned to the downed man, and sighed. How did things come to this? Was it inevitable that Genki’s anger would get the best of him, and he would attack his children? Should she have predicted that Niala would be caught using similar techniques as her and her brother? Should she have known that something like this would have happened? And what about what was told. That the father her children knew was not theirs? That their father was the twin brother of Genki?

Sitting down on the bed, Hanae buried her head in her face, silently crying as she wonder if everything was her fault? The anger that she once had having diminished, leaving behind nothing. She did not know how long she cried, but, she was startled when Chiyoko, Kannon’s mother stepped into bedroom, “Hanae, what happened?” The woman asked, her sword resting upon her hip, clothing slightly torn from the training she did with Kannon, having left her son at the training ground upon feeling the chakra spike coming from Hanae’s house. “Is everything okay?”, She asked, looking around the room.

Hanae sighed, wiping away the tears and stood up, “No, it is not.”, She admitted before calming herself, “But, I need your help.” Chiyoko did not say anything, simply nodded her head, “Okay.”

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It was heart-wrenching for Hanae to see her precious daughter crying. Her beautiful face now red and puffy with eyeliner smeared down her cheeks. The visual evidence of the tears which had pooled down from her eyes. She couldn't stand seeing her daughter like this. It was simply not right to see someone so precious crying like that. As she watched Niala walk passed the downed Genki, she followed behind her, keeping an eye on her till she had walked down the stairs and out the door, before turning around to walk back into the room. Not casting a glance at her downed husband, Hanae sat on the bed and cried in the palm of her hands. She did not know how long she cried. How long she tried to wash away the pain and anguish she felt at what had all happened today. Wash away the regret of mentioning things to Genki that should have been kept between mother and daughter. Washing away the sadness of having to tell Niala that Geni was not her father, but just a second best, if that. Like a rainfall, tears flowed down her face as she cried silently.

So deep in her own misery did she not noticed someone else entering the room until they spoke, “What happened here?” Snapping her head up towards the voice, Hanae came face to face with her best friend, Chiyoko, dressed in somewhat dirty training attire with her right hand resting on the hilt of the sword sitting at her waist, ready to be drawn at the minute noticed. Calming herself the best she could, Hanae began telling Chiyoko everything that happened, Genki getting angry after finding out about Niala and Kannon’s relationship, said revelation causing Chiyoko to murmur ‘Finally’ underneath her breath which got Hanae to crack a smile. The conversation continued with Hanae mentioned how Genki was shouting at Niala, kicking her out of the house, and even went to hit her, and would have succeeded if she did not step in. At the mention of Genki raising a hand against a child, a brief pressure was felt as the walls and parts of the floor around Chiyoko showed slice marks. These marks were even own Genki who was bleeding even more now. “Is there anything you need me to do?”, Hanae nodded at Chiyoko’s question, standing up, “Yeah, you can help me pack everyone else’s stuff.” Taking a look around the room, she shook her head, “This place is no longer safe for us. We need to move.” Chiyoko nodded in understanding as she moved to help her best friend. Forming a hand-seal, several clones appeared, with two of them handling the down Genki, and the other disappearing out of the room, “We should have this done before the kids return.”, Hanae spoke.

Speaking of the kids, Kensaku was laying on the ground in training ground #14, chest rapidly rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat that poured from his face was immediately wiped away with the back of his hand. Opening his eyes, he took a look around the destroyed training ground. There being splintered pieces of logs, trees thrown about. The ground itself having signs of caters, and evidence of the earth having risen and fallen countless of times. There was not a single untouched piece of earth around the young teenager. The destruction before and surrounding him being caused by himself as he practice a couple of ninjutsu that was recently learnt from a couple of library scrolls. They being nothing major, just stuff to help him build a decent foundation for what he wanted to create of his own.

Having laid out long enough, Kensaku sought up, wiping away a small bug that was crawling across his bare chest. Looking down at his chest, he traced the ouroboros tattoo that he had gotten doing the last days within Kirigakure no Sato. Covering the majority of the right pectoral muscle, the tattoo depicted a black dragon eating his own tail, as one would expect from an ouroboros tattoo. But, there was something unique about the piece of art, for, there were golden cracks throughout the dragon’s body, and once would notice it’s tail was seemingly fragmented as if it was shattering. While normally the tattoo meant someone is complete, the additional of cracks changed the meaning for Kensaku. The young teenager knew he was not hold. That he had fragments of himself living within him. He knew that well, having met a few of them already. The tattoo was something he had gotten on a whim. Something that no one else knew about, unless of course they saw him without his shirt on. He not seeing any need to tell anyone about the marking. It is one thing if they see it themselves and ask about it, but it is another if he just tells them.

Standing up, Kensaku poured the remaining water from his bottle over him in an attempt to cool down. The water not doing any of that. Looking around the training ground, he debated on going home to see what Niala was doing, and to see if their mother had cooked. Such debated ended rather quickly as retching was heard, coming from the gate not to far from where he was. Curiosity getting the better of him, Kensaku moved to investigate who could be causing such a noise. The sound of Niala’s voice momentarily gave him paused as he realized there was something different about how his twin was calling for him. Her voice seemed cracked as if. . .

Upon coming into view of her, his eyes widen in disbelief and shock, frantically looking over her even as his heart raced increased. Something was terribly wrong. For here was his twin, eyes puffy and red with eyeliner running down her face as if she had been crying. He does not remember how or when, but the next thing he knew, his arms was wrapped around Niala, bringing her in a brotherly embrace with his right hand soothingly rubbing her back, “What’s wrong.”, He asked, pulling her way to get another look at her, “What happened?” There was desperation in his voice as he wanted to know what had been the cause for her to cry. Who was the individual that will pay for making his baby sister cry? If there was one way to piss him off it was to mess with his sister. To make her cry or cause her harm in any way, shape, or form. And someone had did just that.

“Talk to me, Niala. What happened?”

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The distance between him and Niala closed in an instant, and before Kensaku could properly realize it, his hugs was wrapped around his twin. The dirt and grime on his body did not register with him when he embraced her. Who care about the dirt or sweat on his body? He surely did not. The only thing concerning him was comforting his crying twin, and trying to find the reason for said tears. And once the reason behind her tears was found, making said reason go away so that could never cause her anymore again. She was his twin, his sister, and as the oldest of the two, it was his duty to make sure nothing hurt her. Even if he was not the oldest, there was no doubt in his mind that he would still be this protective of her as he was now.

Pulling her back just enough for he can look into her eyes, while still keeping her in his embrace, Kensaku’s heart shattered at her disgruntled appearance. Who could have done this to his sister? Who could have caused her to cry? From the questions anger began to bubble to the surface as his thoughts whirls on what will happened to the person that caused his sister to cry. What he will do to the individual(s) who caused Niala suffering. They will not be safe for his wrath, even if he has to do it without his sister knowing. He will make them pay dearly. For the time being, such thoughts were dismissed for the time being, his right thumb moving up to wipe away her tears and smeared eyeliner. “Take your time. Begin from the beginning.”, He whispered, having all the time in the world to listen to his sister. To find out what, or who, caused her to cry. As more tears fell from her face, Kensaku wiped them away, his eyes brimming with concern and worry as she begin to tell him what happened.

How quickly his thoughts went to the darkness scenario when she mentioned their father coming into her room, seemingly unannounced, and pissed. How dark was he to think that their father did something vile to his sister. Did he not trust the man who had raised them? He himself did not know.there was a small sigh of relief when she confirmed that he did not do what his mind had conclude that he had found out about the relationship between her and Kannon. “He did not take it well about your relations with Kannon, did he?”, He asked, indirectly letting her know that he knew. That he had known about their activity together while they were in Kirigakure no Sato. It took him sometime to come to terms with his sister becoming a woman now. That what he had stumbled on was bound to happen. That, just like him, she would eventually desire the taste of another. Though, thankfully, unlike him, she had a partner who was devoted to her. So long as those two remain together, and she does not have relations with others, than he will be find. His other personality, well. .. that will just have to deal. Niala could never be his in the manner. Never. . .

Confusion gave away to rage as he learned who exactly caused his twin to cry. “That bastard. . .”,There was an untold amount of hatred within those two words. Kensaku having learned that their father, had gotten mad at Niala just because she was practicing a jutsu. A technique that the man did not approved of? So because she was doing something that went against his wishes, her gave her fifteen minutes to pack her stuff and get out. ”Kill. . .”, Kensaku tried to annoy the voice in his head, it being one of his many personalities that he was conscious aware of. This one was newest compared to the others which lurked in his conscious, and only comes out in serious bouts of anger/”He dared to kick her out, knowing she had no place to go. He does not deserve to live.”, the only thing it cared about is tempting him. Trying to get him to fall into darkness.

Pushing the voice back, Kensaku focus on what Niala had told him. Not only did their father, if he could be called that now, kicked her out, knowing she had nowhere to go, but also called her names. “That piece of shit did what!?”, Though he did not yell, his hands was trembling at the thought of that man laying a hand on his sister, “How dare he. . .” Rage. So much rage was bubbling within him, threaten to overtake his being as he listened to what happened. Their mother stopping the bastard from hitting Niala. The two getting into a fight with their mother ultimately putting the man to sleep. Kensaku hoped the sleep was permanent. That the man would never wake up.

Kensaku was beyond angry at what was just learn. This anger was not directed at Niala, but rather the bastard who caused all of this. The asshole who caused his sister to cry. “I’m so sorry. I am sorry I could not be there to protect you. To shield you from that man.”, He whispered, not realizing his own tears were flowing down his face as he embraced her in a strong hug. His right hand rubbing her back in a soothing manner as he poured his love for her into the hug, pouring all his love, along with how concern, afraid, and worried he was, into the act.

He frowned upon hear her belief that everything was her fault, “Niala, look at me.”, He spoke, pulling her back enough for their eyes to meet, “None of this is your fault. You was not the reason why that man said and did everything he did. He should have known that you and Kannon would have relations sooner or later. We are no longer children. We are growing into our own person. We should be capable of making such decisions for ourselves. And, I bet, if the roles were reverse, and I knew about my own, he would have not acted like that.” Indeed, Kensaku had an inkling that if Genki knew about his son’s on sexual adventures, he would have not blew-up like he did. There being a double standard when it comes to such a thing.

Dismissing the thoughts for now, he focused back on Niala, “Nothing that happened today was your fault, Niala. It was simply the actions of a man who could not get over the fact that his daughter is no longer his ‘image’ of a little girl. That she is becoming someone beautiful, smart, and intelligent. Someone who is finally finding who she is. A flower that is blossoming beautifully. He simply could not accept that fact.” It would come to question who exactly was speaking at this moment. Was it Kensaku or one of his personalities that had spoken? The question would remain a mystery, “Niala, my sister, never think any of this was your fault. Never be afraid to become who you want to be. You are your own person.” He hope for everything that his twin took his words to heart. That she would not let this one moment affect her for long. But, even if it did, Kensaku was going to be by her side, helping her through it all.

At the mention of them having to return home, Kensaku nodded, “Alright, let me grab my shirt first.” He said, quickly leaving to grab his shirt, that was luckily not that far from their location, and moved back towards Niala. “Let’s go.”, He followed his twin, mimicking her body flicker as he appeared beside her on the sidewalk outside of their house. Taking a step forward, he noticed that she hadn’t moved from her position, seemingly frozen. Her eyes staring towards the house. It did not take him long to figure out why she could not move. She was afraid of returning back to the place that held bad memories for her. Having to step through the door that she was unwelcome at, according to that bastard. She had to walk into the home where all her fond memories had been shattered. Stepping back, his right hand rested against her back, “I am here for you. I will always protect you.” Kensaku spoke, gently nudging her towards the house. Stepping through the doorway, Kensaku would come to an interest site.

The living room was barren. The pictures, tapestries, and books that were once in the living room were no longer there. They having seemingly been removed. Even in the kitchen, one could not find the normal appliances on the counter. What had happened? “Niala and Kensaku.”, Hanae spoke, looking at her two beautiful kids that had just entered the house. Her heartbreaking a bit at seeing the state of her daughter. None of this should had happened. “Come take a seat. There is a lot needing to be discussed.” She said, throwing a glance at Chiyoko, the woman wordlessly getting up off the couch from beside her. “I will go talk to Kannon and tell him what is happening.” The woman spoke before exiting the house.

“Mom, what is going on?”, Kensaku asked, being relieved to see that their mother was okay. Looking around the house, his eyes narrowed as wonder where that bastard was. “Do not worry about him.”, Hanae spoke with a hint of disgust in her voice, “He won’t be our concern soon.” She knew how ambiguous the statement was. There were many different ways it could be taken, and if her children did? She could not fault them. “I need to tell you what is going to happen now.” For the next hour, Hanae explain to Kensaku everything that lead up to Niala coming to find him. She would go on to explain why the house was barren, having come to the decision it would be for the best for them, including Chiyoko and Kannon, to move out of the house. The place they be moving into belonging to her brother, Daremo, who was once an Iwa shinobi and a teacher at the University. The man having giving her the keys to the place in case she ever needed a place to stay or get away. Furthermore, seeing how the house had enough rooms for them, and away from this place, it would be perfect. As for Genki, she did not elaborate what happened to him, only that he won’t be an issue for a long time.

“Any questions?”, Hanae asked, placing multiple scrolls, with their names on it, onto the table in front of them. Each scroll containing all of their possessions.


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“Are you angry?”
“No.”
“You’re not?”
“No, I am downright livid!

Anger is a powerful emotion that can that lead men to do unspeakable things at the drop of the hat. Like a shot of heroin, it courses through the veins, quickly robbing the senses, and clouding the judgment of those ensnared within its grasp. Men, women, children, young, old, no one was safe from the effects. It attacked all with extreme prejudices. And, right now, the latest victim was none other than Kensaku. The boy having been told about what their fath - -, no, giving that thing such a title would spit in the face of the good ones out there, the man does not deserve to sully the title, had done to Niala, his twin, was absolutely livid.

If it was not for his sister being near him, being so close to him, he would have done something that he would not have regretted in the slightest. Marching to the house in making sure the man was down for good? Yeah, he would have no problem in doing that. It would not have phrase him to watch the male’s life drain out of his eyes. To beat and degraded him like he had done to Niala, least nearly when it came to the beating. Though the fact still remained, he crossed a line that should have never been crossed. He did something that he should have known better, and he had to pay for such an act!

”Make him pay.”, The sweet and twisted voice urged him, ”He made her cry. He made our sister cry. He even had the balls to lay hands on our mother. He deserves to die, yes?” It taunted him with what his heart truly wanted. What his body was screaming for him to do. What his soul was begging him to accomplish. They screamed for his destruction for he had done the unspeakable. Just as he was about to give in. To give in to the anger that raged in him. To accomplish what his entire being wanted. Someone stopped him. . .

Niala, his twin, the one who was he was holding in a tight embrace. ”Do not forget what is important, Kensaku. Remember who we protect. Who we prioritize above all else. ”, Like a great rain, washing away the dirt and grime, the anger he felt was swept away. His eyes once clouded by the anger was clear, and tears leaked freely from them as he held Niala. From the stream of tears, clarity came to him, and with it came realization. As much as he wanted to hurt the man who caused his sister and mother harm, he had to wait. He could not jeopardize their happiness to satisfy a clouded desire of vengeance. What would have happened if he went through with the act, and ended up in jail? Nothing positive would come from the scenario. His sister and mother would be sad, and Niala might even blame herself for what her twin did, even if it was not her fault. Nothing would have been accomplished by that, hence why he could not act on those dark desires.

”You see that smile?” Indeed he did see the smile on Niala’s face that was slightly tinged pink, ”Remember it. Cherish it. And above all, let’s try to keep it.” Kensaku mentally nodded at the words, wholeheartedly agreeing with them. Forever he will remember the smile. He will cherish it. And he forever promises to try and keep it. Never again will he let another take away Niala’s smile, making her sad, making her cry .. .  never again.

Having grabbed his shirt,, that was not to far from their location, he did not bother in putting it back on, only just threw it over his right shoulder, and followed Niala out of the training ground, body flickering soon thereafter. Appearing on the sidewalk leading towards the house, Kensaku paused in his advancement, having noticed Niala had not moved from her spot, seemingly rooted there. Stepping back to her, he placed a comforting hand on her back, silently letting her know that he was, and will, always be by her side, and gently nudged her forward.

Stepping into the house into the house was an interesting experience for him. On one hand, he the anger he felt towards that man came back at full force, but was quickly silenced by the others.. On the other hand, he was curious at home barren the place suddenly look, and he voiced it. Instead of the question being answered right away, their mother told them, mainly him, everything that led up to Niala finding him. She not leaving anything out. Telling him the exact words Genki had said to Niala and everything that followed afterward. He did not have time to get angry, especially after their mother mentioned having taken care of the man, for Hanae told them they were moving. They would be moving into an old house belonging to their uncle, their mother’s brother, Daremo. The man having left the keys to their mother, telling her to use the house whenever she needed. Not only would they be moving, but Kannon and Chiyoko would be too.

Speaking of Kannon, a mental note was made to talk to the boy in regards to Niala. While Kensaku was fine with their relationship, and all that it entails, he needed to remind Kannon the consequences of doing wrong by Niala. He could not let the samurai boy get comfortable when it came to dating Niala, after all, she was his young sister, and it was his job to protect her like any older brother should.

With everything said and done, their mother asking them if they had any questions, which he had none, Kensaku grabbed the scrolls with his name on them and sealed them on his person. When Chiyoko arrived back with Kannon, Kensaku would excuse himself, and asked the samurai fellow to follow him; they were going to have that talk now. By the time the pair remain, Kannon would be giving nervous glances at Kensaku who was simply making idle talk with Niala. Whatever Kensaku said to Kannon would remain a secret for the time being. With everyone ready to go, the group of four headed to their new home, Kensaku slightly lingering back as he mentally chuckled at a comment made.

”You had to show him that puppet, didn’t you?”
”I have no earthly idea what you are talking about. . .”