“Hii! What’s this, then?”
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“We’ll get you sorted out in a second, dearest. “Oh hello? Herbert? Got a favor to ask you.”
(reply)
“Uh huh. Brain-daze. How’d you know?”
(reply)
“Tone of voice, eh? Well… it’s for a very special person, someone presumed, let’s say, missing.”
(reply)
“No I can’t tell you. Sorry. That a deal breaker? Just reminding you it usually isn’t.”
(reply)
“Great. Just that detail, huh? Well, it was around the dam. You know, the big one. Over in Rancho—”
(reply)
“Nooo,” Marillia lied. Because Herbert had guessed the identity of the person. She wasn’t careful enough. Besides — she really didn’t care if he knew or not. She felt Herbert was trustworthy. And the more info he got, the better he could set this all up. So, yeah: everything is still cool. Unconsciously she seemed to have planned it. She usually doesn’t slip up like that. Her Greater Self knew what it was doing, though.
“Okay, you got me. It’s her.”
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She was still on the phone when Blue Moon simply got up and walked out, bored of the scene. Marillia had to let her go. Besides — she really didn’t care if she left or not. Sufficient info had been downloaded. She’d be back soon enough.
Sunklands 