And Our Story Turns...

This is what we did yesterday in our "picking out the lines" game:

She taught us what Delauney had taught her--the art of covertcy. One day, when Charles and Catherine and I were all in attendance, she blindfolded all of us and bid us to wander the manor's estate for an hour's time. We were to report back on all we had observed while deprived on sight, including each other's doings.

"Should take a hit all right, but now I can't get the damn gun to work."

"Zakalwe," the drone sighed. "It would hardly be surprising if it isn't working...."

"Ah." He bobbed his head. "I will remember that."

"Your unfortunate colors can be debated later, Lord Nottingham."

"We met three weeks ago on a Caribbean cruise, fell into a heated affair and have been inseparable since."

"That's pretty much true." Except he'd left out the breaking-up-in-London part.
"What set you off?"

"He gave me the creeps," she said sheepishly, scowling at her banana as she peeled back the skin. She took a bite and chewed, regrouping mentally. 3 tbs whole fennel seeds. 2 sticks cinnamon, broken into small pieces. 1 tsp whole black peppercorn.

'You won't mistake his house' he said, 'it is hard by the church facing the quay. You can see it from the quayside from here. There's a light upon it now."

She felt hot and cold where he touched her. She caught her lower lip to stop a moan. There was still time. She could still back away. if she chose to. She didn't.

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Intriguing! Wonder which one of them is the drone....

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