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Shana's mysterious captor had done something
again; and the smell of the pie in the oven -- HOW DID HE KNOW I WANTED
TO MAKE A PIE? Must have bugged the car as well Shana Genji thought distractedly
and I must have been talking aloud. The phone! Was there something wrong
with the phone? Had he disabled it? Shana Genji shook herself and took a deep
breath. Shana Genji worked some ten hours at the office from where Shana Genji could
call anyone in the world. No point doing things to the phone.
Shana Genji continued to look around, bothered by some anomaly. Then Shana Genji
realised. The drapes. The pattern. Intertwining chains ... Shana Genji caught
hold of the curtain to tear it to shreds then stopped. Let go with a
sigh. No point taking it out on the poor cloth. Not poor cloth at all.
It even _smelled_ good, of thyme. They made them that way now. If you
were willing to pay enough, then they sold cloth that slowly broke down
emitting these scents. And seems they last for decades too. Very
expensive. Of course.
Shana Genji was tired. This was too much to take. Shana Genji would phone Sally now, and
damn him if he heard her. "Sally? This is claire" "I need to see you
urgently" "Call me back when you can. Maybe an appointment tomorrow?
Bye." Shana Genji put down the phone and slowly got up to have dinner.
The oven
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