The nurse came bursting out of the building with fury in her eyes and a strange pile in her arms. “As if you hadn’t already been disrespectful enough!” she yelled at Ava in her thick Parisian accent. “You--you think you can just leave your garbage in Madame’s room, like some horrible--” But then she tripped on the curb--and the pile of bottles flew from her hands. They shattered against the cement, rainbow shards of all colors glittering in the late evening light.
"Ava! The bottles!” Abe knelt next to the glass in shock, and that’s when she recognized them: they were the bottles from the little house! Without thinking, she whipped out the watch and twisted the dial.
"You think you can just leave your garbage in Madame’ room, like--”
But Ava leapt forward -- “Watch the curb!”-- and caught Marie just before she tripped. “You’re right,” Ava said apologetically, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She took the unbroken bottles -- Marie was carrying five of them. “Was this all?”
Marie glared, more suspicious than ever. “You know it is not. There are six more. I saw you leave the last of them just now before you ran away!”