My 8 E-books written over the years by Alina Udrea - HTML preview

The blinds were shut and there was no light coming from the

inside. But the owner and his wife lived on the first floor and although they were probably sleeping by now, she would have to be quiet not to wake them. It was always better and desirable to avoid confrontation. So she put the lock pick in the lock and turned it slightly to the left, then to the right and then to the left again but a bit harder and then she pushed the door open. She was inside the bakery. The smell of freshly cooked bread was drowning her senses. She took a loaf from the oven and gulped it down in a few bites. Then she took two more to give Rose one and one for herself for later. But she was not content with only bread. Not this time. So she decided to break into the pantry and take some goodies from there too. She was wondering why would the baker and his wife keep the pantry locked too. What could they have in there?? Cakes? Cookies? Expensive salami or what that they felt the need to keep it locked? Well, she would try to lock pick that too this time. It was for a good cause, she told herself, Rose would need more than just bread and a few pills to get better.

So Angela used all her skill to pick the pantry lock. It

proved more stubborn than the medical cabinet back at the orphanage. Which only made her more determined to open it. What did they keep in there? The golden goose? But then she finally heard the familiar click of the open lock and the pantry door was standing wide open in front of her. She struck a match and lit a small candle which she found earlier on one of the tables in the kitchen. There were sausages and a few types of jams, some jars of pickles and some other stuff but no cakes, cookies, candies or anything worth keeping a pantry locked.

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She stuffed two large sausages in her small bag next to the loaves of bread when she got greedy and thought of taking a jar of plum jam too. She took the jar from the shelf when something caught her eye. She saw a piece of wood behind the other jars. She moved them aside and discovered a tiny engraved box. It looked old and dusty and of course, it was locked. Was there anything without a lock in this world? She figured that nothing worth it was left in the open so if this box was locked and hidden in the pantry behind some jars of jam, there might be something valuable inside. So she grabbed the tiny wooden box and threw it in her bag next to the food thinking to open it later when she would be in the safety of her room at the orphanage. She locked the pantry door behind her, just as she had found it, then the front door of the bakery she had just robbed and then she was off running back towards the orphanage.