Post by Madge Baker on May 15, 2016 14:21:23 GMT
Magde had long suspected something to be wrong. She hadn't been quite sure at first, but long weeks of waiting had left her doubtless. Lately she had been more alert to bathroom habits and small bumps, and it was becoming increasingly obvious to everyone involved. Miss Hale was going to become a problem.
Madge knew she had to make a decision fast. What to do, how to proceed, what action to take. It wasn't something she had planned for, nothing she knew how to handle. She put her spoon down into her cereal and folded her hands over her mouth. This situation just wouldn't do.
She got up, brought her half-eaten cereal bowl to the kitchen sink and poured the rest of the milk out, before throwing the rest in the bin under the sink. Usually she wasn't one for discarding food, but her mind was simply too occupied to focus on meals.
Cross sheets and note pads had already been prepared on the table, both filled with scribbles and question marks and ideas. She had briefly considered coat hangers, but that would put both of them at risk. She didn't wish an unplanned death any more than she wanted an unplanned for child. This was becoming such a headache Madge was almost beginning to direct her anger directly at Octavia, but she knew the child was conceived before the kidnapping, and she had had no idea of Madge's plans. The blonde girl couldn't be blamed, and Madge knew it. Still, it was troublesome to say the least.
Deciding against yet another option, Madge ran her ink pen across the paper, leaving a thick trail of black ink over what had once seemed like a decent choice. She realized now none of it would work. Either she would have to harm the child or risk getting caught and neither would do. It wouldn't do at all. There was little that Madge would not do, but she would not injure an innocent babe. That realization left her but one choice. Sighing, she shoved her papers away from her and walked to the bedroom to retrieve the profiles of her prisoners. She had work to do.
Madge knew she had to make a decision fast. What to do, how to proceed, what action to take. It wasn't something she had planned for, nothing she knew how to handle. She put her spoon down into her cereal and folded her hands over her mouth. This situation just wouldn't do.
She got up, brought her half-eaten cereal bowl to the kitchen sink and poured the rest of the milk out, before throwing the rest in the bin under the sink. Usually she wasn't one for discarding food, but her mind was simply too occupied to focus on meals.
Cross sheets and note pads had already been prepared on the table, both filled with scribbles and question marks and ideas. She had briefly considered coat hangers, but that would put both of them at risk. She didn't wish an unplanned death any more than she wanted an unplanned for child. This was becoming such a headache Madge was almost beginning to direct her anger directly at Octavia, but she knew the child was conceived before the kidnapping, and she had had no idea of Madge's plans. The blonde girl couldn't be blamed, and Madge knew it. Still, it was troublesome to say the least.
Deciding against yet another option, Madge ran her ink pen across the paper, leaving a thick trail of black ink over what had once seemed like a decent choice. She realized now none of it would work. Either she would have to harm the child or risk getting caught and neither would do. It wouldn't do at all. There was little that Madge would not do, but she would not injure an innocent babe. That realization left her but one choice. Sighing, she shoved her papers away from her and walked to the bedroom to retrieve the profiles of her prisoners. She had work to do.
