CHAPTER 123 THE BURDEN OF TRUTH

Minerva One minute, Meredith and I were randomly discussing something, and the next, someone knocked on the door. I frowned when they pushed it open without waiting for our response. She is one of the few individuals who is aware of the fact that it is unwise to interrupt Meredith and me, as the majority of individuals engage in the most outrageous behaviour. There was a time when one of the maids barged in on us, practicing how to do blow*b with a banana; the soggy fruit was up Meredith's throat when she came in. For a month straight, we were the talk of the town. I nearly got into trouble with my father because he believed I was merely an accomplice; Meredith caught the banana, not me. But that was just my father's thought; everyone else knew that we were both doing it. It's safe to say that no one ever comes into the room without hearing our response, no matter how urgent it is. "Mom, what do you want? And why didn't you wait for our response?" Meredith asked. Immediately, sh