Please read other IP (Impossible Promises) chapters First! See the studio for details, intro, and more! Chapter 7: Uncle "Ah," Miss Wood looked to me, then the real Martha, and back again. "That's not true, Miss," Martha said. "Yes," I nodded my head trying to indicate the plan. "It is." "I'm Martha!" We both blurted. "Ah." Miss wood stood up straighter. "Ah." She repeated. Her eyes bore a thoughtful expression. As she gazed, I realized that this situation was actually rather positive, and Martha had the same thought it seemed as we exchanged smiles for a millisecond. For a millisecond. A smile spread on Miss Wood's face. "I guess I'll just send you both home. You both are playing tricks on a teacher now, you have already done this silly name game, honestly, this behaviour isn't permitted." "But Miss," I tried to speak slowly to give me time to think, "you do not know where our addresses are. Elizabeth doesn't have one and you only have Martha's Uncle's." "So you can both go to Martha's Uncle's. It's his problem now, and it's your fault." Have you ever wondered how many black carriages you can fit into a story? Turns out a lot. Neither Martha nor I had ever met this uncle, but hopefully Martha would be recognised by her looks - perhaps the family's dark hair? Or eyes? How could I know? Four knocks. Four clear knocks. No answer. Another four. No answer. "I don't think he's in," Martha said. "Well, that's your problem." The black carriage was off. Martha and I simply had to wait. Then it would get complicated.
