„I should have known Sibyl wouldn‘t tell me anything, the devious old cumberworld!” Iraida was furiously polishing an already spotless, shining silver teapot. She had been at it for the past half hour while a concerned Kutkhu was watching her from his perch by the kitchen window. “And you,” Iraida continued. “You!” Kutkhu cringed and...
Scene 31 by Eva-Maria
