The yacht docked at a scenic spot called Bamboo Slope, where the bamboo forests on both banks were as magnificent as the ocean, endless in sight. The dock was crowded with tourists, bustling with noise. Various bamboo crafts were sold, and the locality also offered a delicacy made from bamboo shoot fibers, which enticed visitors to try a taste.
Purple Summers could see the outside scenery through the round window.
The lush bamboo couldn't soothe her inner anxiety. She wasn't Alexander Summers; she couldn't bring herself to be rough towards the delicate and frail Atra Blanc. She always aimed to minimize the harm.
"What if we do this..." Purple Summers suggested to Alexander Summers, "We could say she's our mom's sister, that Clyde Summers has something urgent to take care of and can't look after her. We'll coax her back home first, and we'll deal with the rest later."
At least that would save face for the time being.
