But, while she was still marshalling her thoughts, Kihri spoke again.
“…okay, that was a bit of a… creative mis-truth,” she said slowly. Almost… embarrassed? “I know what to do next, but I need you to-”
“Where?” Zarah hadn’t even realised she was speaking until the word was out, and then she was already on her feet, wrapping the hammer back up in the stained and torn shirt.
Kihri blinked, and for the brief moment before she settled back into her default calm smugness, a flash of a smile flickered across her face. “Why, my young pupil, we are going… to the library!”
“Okay,” Zarah said, flushing the toilet even though she hadn’t used it. “Why?”
“Oh come on- …wait, what did you say?”
“Okay,” she repeated. “Lead me.”
“You’re not going to… protest, or complain, or something?”
She shot her sister a confused glance. “No. Why would I?”
As it turned out, there was a very good reason.
Zarah had been distracted, keeping an eye out for the stranger, and so even though she would have ordinarily recognised the route, she hadn’t cottoned on until they rounded the corner and the building itself came into view.
She stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk, cutting off Kihri’s idle chatter, and immediately turned and began walking in the opposite direction.
“Oh, come on!” her twin protested, swooping down to intercept her. “I thought you were cool!”
“That was before,” Zarah snapped back, “I knew you were meaning this library.”
“Wait, what? What other library would I be talking about?”
“There are many libraries!”
“That we visit? Like, ever?”
“We… we are doing that sometimes,” Zarah protested weakly.
“Oh yeah? Name one time.”
“That’s what I thought.” Kihri sighed, folding her arms. “Look, Z, I’m sorry, but you knew we were gonna have to come back here at some point.”
“Not while it is opening!”
“We were gonna have to try and do some research eventually, so yes while it’s open. Have your gay crisis another time, suck it up, and let’s go already. I need to use the good computer before Horny Greg gets in at 11.”