18 February 2012
Hansel steps into my house willingly, but Gretel is cautious. She lingers by the door unsure of what may come if she takes that small step. I dislike her cautious manner immediately, but pretend I don't even notice. Hansel follows me like a little puppy, obedient, which I like. He takes my hand, so I lead them to the kitchen, both have already slept but Gretel refused to come in the first night, so she slept outside on the porch. Rays of sun shine through the windows, the only inedible part of the house. Gretel takes a step inside, an uneasy look settled upon her dirtied face. Together they sit at the kitchen table, and I put mounds of food in front of their faces.
Hansel And Gretel 2 • Opuss № I