Crime of the Ages

"You can't just kill people you don't like!" the woman yelled at the little girl.

The girl pouts. "Mommy, she was touching our display! I can't just let some greasy fingered kid touch all over the display we worked good and hard for!"

"Now you'd better not let the boss know about this, Annabelle. One more murder and it's back to the morgue."

"They can't put us back! They need us. Who else is going to tell kids what like was like in as a child working in London in the 1800s?"

"There are hundreds of others just waiting to have the opportunity we have Annie. Your brother worked hard to get us this job."

The girl scoffed. "Worked hard? He got sick and his jaw rotted off. That's not working! Nature did the hard part."

"You know what I mean. Your brother got the look. Now I'm not too broken up about not being able to pay that doctor to glue it back on."

"Were you even going to pay the doctor?"

"Of course I- Did you hear that?"

Shit, I had stepped on a piece of paper and it made a loud crumbling noise. The women looked at each other.

"Mum, I think we have ourselves a little visitor. Maybe I can show you that new recipe I found."

"Just like old times?" the woman asked her daughter as they neared my hiding place.

"Just like old times."