Book3:WereMyDreamIs
ydoneaspectacurjoboftakingalia,silentlyenduringalotofhardshipandinveniehoutpint.Idon’tseehowwearetoresolvethisinthelongrun…” 17 “Ohyes,”agreedLotus.“Thesetwohaveenduredalotandyouseetheyhavedarkcirclesbeheireyesallthetimebecauseofoverworkandckofsleep.SheitoldmethatAmaliahasbeenverydestructiveretly.Sheusedtoloveflowers,sotheykeptthevasesinherroomfilledwithfreshflowers.Nowadaysshewouldgetupstealthilyatnight,pulltheflowersoutofthevases,andsnapthestemsintwo.Thenshewouldpulloffthepetalsoftheblossomsandscatterthemalloverthefloor,creatingabigmess.Theyspendalotoftimeeverydayingupafterher,soSheiboughtsomebeautiful,realistic-lookingsilkandpsticflowerstoputinthevases,thinkingAmaliawouldnotbeab