Questionable Morals

“Sit.”

One word was spat. One word was all it took for her to know what she was facing. What happened yesterday, everyone knows. What happens today, only Misty knows and the future isn’t as brilliant as one would’ve hoped.

“I’m sure there’s been a mix-up-”

Penelope, you are hilarious! Everything has been so carefully planned, to the last detail in fact. For there to be a mix-up, you’d really have to- how would Bracken put it? Throw it to the dumps, you’d really have to throw it to the dumps. You wouldn’t even dare to “throw it to the dumps” when your supervisor is her. Very amusing, Pen, very amusing indeed.

“Sit. Down.”

Two people in a dark room. Excellent plan, bravo. Especially when one of them is in all black, with paper-white hair. I certainly wouldn’t want to wake up to that. A ghost and a mushroom, lovely combination.

“You have been arrested on suspicion of-” the ghost says but only when the mushroom sits down. If only the fungus would stop interrupting. Insufferable woman, no wonder her husband is rarely home.

“It was just a casual get together, we use the basement as a bar when my husband’s colleagues come over. It is not a business! My husband works for the president, you can check!” Just. Shut. Up.

“I, too work for the president and I can tell you that you weren’t arrested because of your illegal bar. You have been arrested on suspicion of impersonation of a government official. Do you know your rights?” Patience, my fellow ghost. It is key, especially with people like her.

“I did no such thing. How dare you accuse me of such things??” Penelope stands up and starts pacing around the room.

“Thing- singular. Madam, sit down.”

“I demand to be heard!” Hysterical mushroom, that’s what you are Penelope. A hysterical mushroom.

“For goodness sake, SIT DOWN.” With that the mask that was hiding the ghost’s face falls, her fingertips tapping the table impatiently.

“Oh my, Misty? You don’t work for the president! What sort of j-“

“Joke is this- yes, yes I know the drill. You have been arrested on suspicion of impersonating me, Penelope. Me.” Misty gets up from her chair and pushes Penelope into the other.

“Impersonate you?! Very funny. You’ve always been jealous of me, Mist.” Penelope snorts.

“Here we go, again. Sit down.” Misty sits back down.

“Jealous, my husband-“

“Is dead. Shall I move onto the other thing they’re charging you with? Murder.” Misty opens a file and slowly reads through it.

“Obsurd.”

“At the masquerade, a man was caught. Caught by a woman who used my name, she sang and used magic. That woman impersonated me. Many people said that the man caught had an alibi, you did not. Outlandish, no?” Misty closes the file. “The man who died was your husband and when people described the so-called me, we ended with someone who looked like you. Care to explain?”

“I- I- Lairs, the lot of them. I was at home from 8 till 9, with witnesses.” Penelope leans in.

“All of whom were too drunk to remember. Isn’t it a coincidence that the times you mentioned are the times that the murder happened?”

“I want my lawyer. Now.” The murderer stares at her accuser.

Misty walks to the door, “Oh and a little question for you to think about; Why would I be jealous of a woman with questionable morals?”

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