"I don't care what you think," Myra said with a look of superiority. Then she pressed her thin and long lips, that was perhaps the only part of her body that could not be considered perfect.
For her part, Kalina took a breath, thinking it would be necessary to prove a point. She threw a small smile at the cousins before slyly looking at the volume on Myra's hands.
"There is a thin, fragil line between what is considered Courage and Folly," Kal said quoting one of the passages from that book. It was a war diary that she had already read. The original manuscript was kept in the deepest area of the library. "What do you think, Myra?" She continued as she circled the woman, who was way taller than her. "I will not allow a single objectionable word. Not to the ladies, not to me."
