![]() ![]() I was pretty sure her crazy wasn’t an act, but her clueless definitely was. ![]() She was rocking back on her heels and looking at the sky, with the gun still in her hands and pointing at the car. If she had, it didn’t seem to have bothered her. “You heard the lady, gang,” I said, hoping the Fox hadn’t heard that. I bet the Cat’s going to be thrilled to see you!”īehind me, I heard Becks mutter, “Only if she’s got a really good idea for ways to skin people alive.” ![]() “Oh, sure.” The Fox smiled, taking two short hop-steps back from the van. Can we come inside and talk about what happens next?” “Foxy, we’ve finished the errand we agreed to do. I broke in before George could say anything else. In her scrambled little head, it probably was. And then I’ll probably do it, because she makes the best cookies, and I don’t like remembering that I used to be someone who was sad.” The Fox said this as if it were entirely reasonable. “Oh, because if you ask it where the Cat can hear you, she’ll tell me I should shoot you in the head a couple of times to teach you not to pry. I wouldn’t ask that question again, if I were you.” I used to be called Elaine, and everything was boring, and I was sad all the time. “Me?” The Fox blinked at her, then cocked her head. She was better at maintaining a neutral expression when her eyes couldn’t give her away. ![]()
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