Although she wouldn't admit it, sometimes Zelda forgot that she was no longer the only adult in the house. She scrambled up from the floor, rearranging her skirts into something more organized. She left the calendar askew on the floor. Zelda tugged the door open and smiled, vaguely frantic, at Alfred. "Everything's alright, sure," she agreed. They didn't have to talk about this in the lavatory. Anywhere else was probably better.

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