ALICE WONDER'S ROOM IN HER MOTHER'S HOUSE
The mysterious girl asked to be alone in the room. To ensure the two sisters' compliance, she gave them a reward ticket: a lifetime of free food stamps at most of Britain's junk food stores and a sincere apology on behalf of the Theatre Royal for the death of their sister.
Edith, who was a bit chubby, with a few freckles on her face, couldn't hide her excitement. Food for life? Now she wouldn't have to worry about the budget she spent on Snicker Snacker double bars, Queen of Hearts Tarts, or the latest Meow Muffins.
Lorina, on the other hand, said she couldn't use the ticket much since she had to take care of her figure—and, of course, her delicate fingernails. She said she would invite all of her friends and make them owe her. She believed it was always good to have her friends owe her.
Alice's mother said she would use the food to give to the poor and ask them to pray for her dead daughter.
"Insane daughter," Edith corrected her mother. "The fact that she is dead doesn't mean she wasn't insane. If bad people go to hell, and good to heaven, where do the insane go?" She thought it was a funny line, and she laughed at her own joke.
"Was she really insane?" the girl from the theatre asked.
"Since she was seven years old," Lorina said, unsatisfied with the stain the ticket caused on her fingertips.
"Really? What happened?" the girl asked, about to enter Alice's room.
"We lost her when she was a kid," Edith said. "When she returned, she said she was..."
"Was what?" The girl was unusually curious.
"She thought she was Alice and said she had been to Wonderland and back," Lorina replied. "She is insane, no doubt about it."
"You're not telling it like it is," Edith said. "Why are you hiding the best part of Alice's return?"
The girl from the theatre almost tiptoed. She definitely had to know about that part. "What was the best part?"
Lorina shrugged. Edith looked at her mother and back. Her eyes scanned the house as if to make sure there was no one listening. "When she returned, her dress was stained with blood." She craned her neck forward and almost whispered, "She also held a glinting kitchen knife, spattered with someone's blood, in her hand."
The girl's eyes widened. Either the sisters really hated Alice, or they were telling the strangest truth. She decided she'd had enough of this family. Her mission here was precise. All she had was to accomplish it and get out of this madhouse as fast as she could.
Inside Alice's room, the girl didn't look for a photo of Alice. She looked for anything that had to do with Alice's friends, the accident, or Adam J. Dixon.
A few moments later, the girl was outside Alice's house, standing before the famous Iris Lake, which streamed out of the River Thames. It was famous for being where Lewis Carroll was inspired to write Alice in Wonderland .
The girl didn't know any of this. She had been paid to come here and fool the Wonder family so she could enter Alice's room. Mission accomplished. She picked up the phone and dialed a number.