(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/6a00e55003818f883401543213d274970c-320wi.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sue, the Cook</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>A catwalk on<em>The Line</em><br/><strong>With (open):</strong>Elfi<br/><br/><strong>"You's a-trying mah patience, Elfi.  Ah warned you."</strong>I brought up my free hand as if I was going to slap her, even made an exagerrated swing of it that would have connected with the side of her face.<br/><br/>But I couldn't bring myself to do it, though.  At first, I thought of Elfi as an animal, but the more I spend time with her, the more I think of her as a person once in a while.  Besides, I couldn't leave no marks on Elfi without Braxton asking questions, and the last thing I wanted to do was give him less reason for Sophie to stay aboard.<br/><br/><strong>"If you ain't going to show me what you hiding, Ah'll get it my own self."</strong><br/><br/>I dragged her down to the catwalk and straddled her while she was on her side.  Now there was no hiding what she had in her hand, neither front nor back.<br/><br/>I let go of her hair while I pinned her.  She was strong for her size, but no match for me.  I held her hand tight in mine so I could see what she had.<br/><br/><strong>"Eh?  What... what is that ya'll got...."</strong><br/><br/>I could tell it was a doll of some kind.  Not a fancy one, but a simple one of rags.<br/><br/><strong>"What... What is...?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Who is that, Elfi?  Who's... who's your little friend?"</strong><br/><br/>My eyes softened a bit when I saw it was nothing dangerous.<br/>