For Mary, this was an unusual afternoon tea time.
"Are you really willing to take us to see it, Mary?"
Asherica, petite and adorable, her eyes gleaming, stared at Mary who sat across the table, while Shirley watched her uneasily.
"Yes, haven't you always been worried about me? I've spoken with Mr. Duanmu, and he thinks having a few people over for a tour isn't a bad idea, after all... what we do isn't something shameful."
At this point, Mary hesitated too.
Was what they did really something shameful?
It seemed not?
Yet, it seemed so?
".........…"