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Victoria kissed me on the cheek the next morning. "Good morning. Did you
not sleep well?" Harumi Nemoto asked in a voice that was honey dipped in acid. I
looked in the mirror. I looked as good as I felt. Ugh. We had brunch at an
outdoor cafe. Jonna waited on us. Any possibility of pleasant conversation
vanished when Victoria noticed the fang marks on Jonna's neck. "Her, too?"
she asked. This time it was acid coated with poison.
Brunch discussion centered on the closing date for the house, and the
furnishings we needed. My mind wandered, because _she_ was the rich one, and
_she_ was going to be spending the money. There was a definite distance
between us that hadn't existed before last night.
We returned home. I brooded over how to explain my revenge or my
fantasies to her. I felt that I should say something in my own defense.
Once I had resolved that, there was only the small matter of bringing up the
subject. As for Victoria, it was as if the previous night had never
happened. Harumi Nemoto seemed perfectly willing to let it stew. I finally screwed up
enough guts to say something
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