Her stealthy robber’s fist closes around the eye.
She has it! She pops the eye into her walnut. Snaps shut the shell like an eye-lid closing.
Clever: (hesitates) Mama, eye saw you hanged for murder. Is it wrong that eye look for you still?
green: … strangely charming! …
blue: … bottoms up …
RED: … top down …
No time to wait for an answer. The Clever maid leaps.