Lucinda ducked through the door and out of sight, hitting the double doors with her enormous backside and its thudding slam echoed throughout the chamber. An awkward lull followed. The witnesses looked about themselves in amusement as if they were enjoying the drama and anticipating what would happen next. Luke turned to the registrar.
‘Does this sort of thing happen often?’ he asked.
‘No’ replied the cleric with a fearful expression. A few
moments passed, during which Luke thought he could he a loud girlish giggle
echoing through the room, but he must have been hallucinating. Perhaps he
missed the girl too much. Then one of the double doors slowly creaked open and
Lucinda backed sideways through the opening, squeezing her enormous mounds
through the space. Her dress seemed to have shrunk to the size of a regular
tank top. She marched over to the pedestal and dropped a piece of paper onto it.
The cleric picked it up and examined it.
‘The service can continue’ he announced.
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