The following day, as usual, Father went to the gambling den and Carson sat on a chair looking at the note sent by the alchemist again. Now that she knew the alchemist’s identity, she wanted to please her mother and follow the plan which was to quit school and learn Alchemy. Maybe quitting school was a blessing in disguise. Carson dressed up in a black dress and she poured out all her coins from her piggy bank. She had been saving up for the longest time and had exactly 20 pounds. Carrying her piggy bank along, she opened the door and waited at a pick up point and signalled to a taxi.
“Please send me to Iowa Scott road, thanks,” Carson said tactfully, making sure she sounded polite and read out the address correctly. The taxi driver nodded.
“ How much does this ride cost?” Carson asked.
“ Ten pounds,” he replied and Carson was glad and relieved she had enough money.
Reaching Iowa Scott road, Carson bolted towards the bungalow.
Natasha greeted her and taught Carson the basics of Alchemy. “ You master it very well,” Natasha who was skeptical like Mother commented.