Back in her room, Lillian sat on her bed. Magenta lay on it as well. Lillian said "Your brother is very kind. Thank You."
Magenta glanced up from her red toenails. "That he is...That he is." She said with a grin that spoke so much. With her hand bandaged up, Lillian sat at her desk, and set her record back on. It was American Woman...by the Guess Who. This reminded her of happy times months before...When she danced for a living, had steady pay, and a place she called home. Well now, she still called this place home, she wasn't to sure about any pay, and almost everyone except Magenta, and maybe that Columbia girl, scared the day lights out of her.
Frank was easily angered.
Riff Raff stared at her...Oddly.
Eddie was nice, and meant well, but what in the world was that gaping tear in his forehead?
And that blonde man that lie in that tank lifelessly. He had a smile across his face, but he was still.
'I just don't know what to do...' she thought. 'I really like it here, but I don't know if I can stand it.'
And on that, she slept. It had been a long night, and she was past worn out.
In the morning, Magenta shook her awake.
"Lillian, get up. You're taking the master his breakfast today." "What? Okay..."
She got up, and threw on some clothes. Meeting Magenta in the kitchen, she was cooking food. Or, somthing that resembled food. in through the hall across from her, came Riff Raff. He wrapped his hands around Magenta, and said "Good morning, my most beautiful sister." She looked back at him.
'Ah, love. So beautiful.' she thought 'Even those two can find perfect love. Why can't I?' He stole a piece of toast from the toaster, and then Riff Raff and Magenta touched their fingers, then it ran to their wrists, and up to their elbows. As he walked past her, he drawled "Morning, Lilliam..." As he passed, Lillian felt his cold hand run along hers. She shivered to his touch.
Magenta packed a pile of food fit for a hungery village, and handed it off to Lillian. "Take this up to the master's room. Make his bed after he eats, bring the tray back to the kitchen and find me in the ballroom...if Frank doesn't need you." Magenta's grin read 'If he doesn't need you...As a play mate.'
She tried her best to carry a tray with her burned hand, wrapped still in gauze...As much as she hated to admit it, she needed it rewrapped. The "guaze" was rubbed the wrong way in her sleep. Another visit to Riff Raff's tower. If he wasn't busy. Hopefully he was...
In Frank's room, she called "Master? Master?" "Yes, what is it?" He asnswered "I have your breakfast here!" "very well. leave it on the table." She set it there, then ran for it.
As she ran to the ball room, she passed a sleepy Columbia, wearing mouse ears, and Riff Raff. Oh, Riff Raff...
"Don't run! You'll wake the master!" "Too late. He has his breakfast, I'm going to find your sister!" He shrugged, and she passed, runing faster yet. In the ball room, she stood and caught her breath as Magenta polished the floors. "Back. He has his breakfast."
