Sophie and Grace headed back into the house and left Alex and Hazel to their packing. Walking past Miss Derby’s bedroom door, Grace saw that it was open and she could hear a drunken Miss Derby inside.
Grace called Sophie over. “Look.” She whispered. Sophie tip toed over. Exchanging an excited glance, Grace put her finger to her lip to tell Sophie to be quiet and slowly opened Miss Derby’s bedroom door just a little more. The girls were furious.
Rumors were confirmed as the girls looked about and saw opulent furnishings, a large comfortable bed, and a big screen TV. They were living in filth and sleeping on cots and here was Miss Derby, living like a queen. Placing her hand gently on Sophie’s hand, she pointed to Miss Derby’s beloved statue as if to say, “There it is!” And there it was, just as weird and mysterious as the rumors had said.
Miss Derby, completely unaware that the girls were there, was slouched on her overstuffed couch as she watched her favorite movie, “Roman Holiday.” Drunkenly reciting the movie by heart in between nibbles of her cheese.
Slowly scooting out of the doorway, the girls headed back outside. The desert evening was cool so they stepped inside the shed. Walking inside, they saw that Alex and Hazel weren’t there. It wasn’t midnight yet so Grace figured that they were just somewhere making final plans. Sophie stepped in and opened a dusty box to see what was inside.
“Wow. There’s a lot of stuff in here.” Sophie remarked. Grace, seeing another box, opened it up and found a dusty and tattered old dress. It was so full of moth eaten holes, you could see through it. She laid it over her arm to show Sophie.
“Isn’t this beautiful?” Grace sighed, happily. Grace had never seen an Audrey Hepburn movie before. Watching the few minutes of Miss Derby’s movie gave Grace hope. Hope that maybe there was life after the orphanage. A better life.
“Don’t you think Audrey Hepburn is the most beautiful girl ever?” Sophie didn’t say anything, she just stood up, looked at the dress, grunted, then squatted down and continued digging through boxes. Tossing the dress aside, Grace could tell that Sophie was angry, but couldn’t figure out exactly why. Was it because they saw how Miss Derby was living? Sure, their situation was bad, but there was always the hope of being adopted. Grace couldn’t figure out this change she had seen in her friend.
“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here and find true love?” Graced asked, hopeful. Sophie stopped rummaging through the boxes, and with a heavy sigh, stood up, and pointed her finger at Grace.
“I can assure you one thing. I hate being here. I hope we do get out of here and live better lives.” Sophie was gritting her teeth, angrily. “All I know is that the next family that walks in here, I’m going to jump on them.”