"Adonie was there the day I went out to remove Cella. Adonie was the one who called me and reported finding Cella dead."
"Adonie reported it?" I felt things begin to slip in odd ways. Too many possibilities were springing out of my avid brain always recklessly rocketing the pathways of deceit, seeing them and knowing them and hating them. But knowing them, and too many impossibly complex and haphazard connections. "What was she doing there?"
"I didn't ask. I was distressed about Cella, not about her death as much as the way of it. The horrid neglect was slamming down on me and I felt responsible. I could only come at certain times, by law, and I knew I was not welcomed by Zora. I believed that Zora retaliated by being even more out of sorts with Cella after I left. But the cruelty revealed that day of Cella's death stunned me."
"And Adonie reported it." I drew the words out, going to the window and staring out, wondering what Adonie had been doing there and how long she had been there.
And about Zora.