Cecilia Adler pulled out the nail and examined the ground by the dim light of the courtyard.
Several nails had been placed upright.
Upon closer inspection, their surfaces were covered in rust.
After she pulled them all out, the stench of a dead rat drifted into her nose.
She checked all around.
She discovered the source of the smell was her own hand.
She had just taken a shower, and the only thing she had touched was the nails.
"Honey."
A cool, clear voice called out.
"Coming." Cecilia Adler placed the nails in a corner of the wall, went back to the bathroom to wash her hands and feet with soap, rinsing them three times before returning to the room.
Ian Quincy asked, "What did you and Old Quincy talk about after dinner?"
