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But who am I to straighten out an important moonwoman?

– Do you think I’m blind, Marguerite? – A’ltu is hurt by my calmness. Perhaps, in her mind, I should have begun repenting after those pictures, washing my tears and begging forgiveness for trespassing on Shad’Far’s untouchable testicles. – Do you often have men come to you after midnight?

– Even if they were new every day, why would I discuss it with you? – Though her innuendo was disgusting. – I don’t understand the purpose of our conversation at all.

There is a pause in our pique as the waiter places the cups on the table and once again asks if we would like dessert. “No,” we say together, so the guy quickly retreats, realizing that this is not a case where his efforts will be appreciated.

– Marguerite, let’s be frank. – A’Lita makes a face like she’s going to get more dirt, and for a split second it makes me nervous – what if she has dirt on me and Shea? But no, her hands are on the table. – You’re a decent age, aren’t you? How old? Forty? A little older?