Stacey, stunned by her slap, clutched her cheek and cried, “I… I didn’t! It wasn’t me!”
“Who else, then? Cecilia said it was you who bought the fruit platter! It was you!”
I stood in the crowd and excitedly watched the drama unfolding.
The skinny old lady ignored what Stacey said. She grabbed her hair and slapped her more than a dozen times, which caused Stacey’s face to swell and redden. She screamed and fell to the ground.
At that moment, Stacey spotted me in the crowd.
Stacey pointed at me and screamed, “It’s her! She did it! Don’t let her run away!”
Cecilia’s family all looked over instantly and surrounded me.
“So it’s you, little rat!”
The old lady slapped me without a reason. I lay on the ground and cried, “Murder! The old woman sneaked out of the mental hospital and is killing people!”
