I pulled the curtain back to find Danielle waiting for me with a very large duffle bag. She was indeed desperate if she had hauled that thing with her...out here. ‘Come on in.’ I opened the door and ushered her inside. ‘Thank you so much.’ She said, hefting her bag behind her. I really should have tried to be a gentleman and get it for her, but by the time that registered on me, she was inside with her bag. ‘There’re a couple of blankets on the couch with a pillow. Right through there is my. " ... catch the tide..."... "Limehouse Pier..." she related.In one sense, to my annoyance, Mace and Mbute had considerable assistance from me. The girls had been quite helpless; strapped, hooded, gagged and caged so that they could be left while Harwell and I were visiting Sir Bristow. If they had not been secured so, I am sure that Horatia and the girls would, together, have resisted the intruders. However, that was not the case. Horatia alone had been easily overcome. All that Mace and Mbute. When she saw my outfit, she gave me a curious stare. "You know Tyballa, this is going to be kinda dangerous, and we may have to run and fight." Yes, I know." I was wearing the same skirt and cami I'd taken from Renee's room when I'd fled from Mr. Woodhouse before. "This just felt – I don't know – symbolic." Well, fine. I hope you at least wore panties."I had. They were blue. I smiled and flipped up my skirt.We went and sat in Lana's living room, Lana and I on the couch, Ms. Day on a plush. ’ I went in the front door and up the stairs without Maria seeing me. Suzanne was in our temporary office. When she saw me she said, ‘Arty, what’s wrong?’ ‘Suzanne, Arilla is out in the Gazebo. She’s hurt and she’s in big trouble. You told me you wanted to be a ‘big sister’ long ago and didn’t know how. Well most of us don’t get a chance for a ‘do over’ in life, but you do. Go take care of your sister, Arilla!’ The remote signal light was flashing indicating we had a message in our ‘office’.