Madgelie and Alfred sat in front of the house, taking a much needed break. It had taken some time, but their camp was functioning smoothly. Madgelie eyed a few men as they moved supplies into the tents that had been set up.
“Do you want to try getting in the house again?” she said.
“It seems pointless to keep trying. The door won’t even budge,” he replied.
“Molly’s parents haven’t arrived yet. I think Molly’s father still hasn’t woken up from when he fainted last night,” Madgelie said. Alfred chuckled.
“I don’t know what’s going to come. I really don’t know if Eliza made the right call in sending those kids in,” he said.
“I have to agree. There had to be another way,”
“There must be a way in somehow.”
They both fell silent.
“Is there a back door?” she asked.
“Couldn’t pry them open. All projectiles are ineffective.”
( She sighed and puffed air through her teeth )