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- “Help me.” You wheeze at the strange furred and feathered creature in the business suit.
- “Ignore him. He’s just trying to play on your sympathy.” The cottonmouth calls back behind.
- “June, this is wrong, unconscionably so.” “You can’t torture your husband. It-it’s inconceivable!”
- “Don’t call me June, and don’t tell me what I can and cannot do.” “Saracen, do you like working here?”
- “Of-of course, Mrs. Piscivora.”
- “And what do you think of Papa?”
- “He is a kind man and very lonely.”
- “Less lonely around you lately I think.” The serpent’s keen eyes turn to the kikimora. “Can you tell me why I hired you?”
- “To act as your fiduciary, Mrs. Piscivora: to supervise the restoration of your estate, to hire servants and security staff, to review your accounts and to arrange for your polishing classes.”
- “That’s right. As long as you do that, you’re free to pursue your own interests. Comfort Papa. Be his friend. Fuck him if you want. You can even marry him and make me a legion of little half-sisters. Papa deserves to be happy.” The humungous watersnake rises up on her tail. “But I am the head of this family now. You will show me the proper respect or I will put you back where I found you, in the gutter.”
- “I understand Mrs. Piscivora. Though your language…”
- “Don’t ever talk to me about how I treat my husband ever again. You don’t understand any of this, and it’s none of your business.”
- “Yes, Mrs. Piscivora. My objections aside, this is a tremendous drain on your capital. The cost for a single month of his conditioning alone would put you through a year of your private schooling.”
- “Give it time. I promise the rooms will be filled with the laughter of children again, and warmed by the love of both their parents.” “Trust me, this is the only way.”
- “If you say so, Mrs. Piscivora.”
- “You can go now.”
- “As you wish.”
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