After a moment of silence, the sisters but staring at the occupants of the hut, the youngest of the three women turned over her shoulder again to make sure there was no one there, and then added, “Did we serve them supper?”<br/><br/>“Come in, then,” the woman in the middle grunted without turning around, and the youngest at the left gestured for the girls to take a seat at the round, wooden table on the opposite side of the room. Kitty took a step forward, closing the door behind, and even though the two older women didn’t appear very friendly, the youngest one established a welcoming atmosphere, even if she didn’t directly talk to the twins.<br/><br/>It was a gratifying feeling to finally get to open the thick coat that had already become damp on the inside. With a bit of hesitation, Kitty undressed the dark-grey garment entirely, along with her black, arm-long gloves, and lifted it on an empty coat rack of three heavy metal hooks on the wall. The black dress she wore underneath wasn’t exactly a showpiece of the flapper fashion, but there were strong indications of it in the form of nearly non-existent sleeves and a slick hem that barely covered her knees. Even so, it was still rather casual wear, lacking decorative trims or any embellishments whatsoever.<br/><br/>“Oh yes,” the youngest of the women suddenly spoke again, “I quite liked the apparel on the one with the short hair. Maybe one day, I’ll visit a real city and find me a pair of shoes just like hers.”<br/><br/>“I highly doubt that,” the woman in the middle murmured, while the oldest one quietly chuckled but remained otherwise silent.<br/><br/>“Right,” the youngest one added with a hint of disappointment, “I’d surely trip over on such heels, or get stuck in mud in the woods. Maybe, then, a pair of stockings, like hers, thick and warm, to keep off the cold of chilly nights. I wonder, though, why all she wore was black… and if only I could recall what the other one had under all the fur.”<br/><br/>While the women weren’t looking, Kitty pinched the front of her damp dress that slightly clang to the shape of her small, still quite underdeveloped breasts, and aired the fabric back and forth until her skin could breathe again. After sharing a look with her sister who must have been equally confused, she walked to the table and sat down on one of its round stools.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>