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Chapter 17
"Butseriously,Jus,youworryme.I’dratherhaveyouwhereIcanseeyoufromtimetotime.Otherwisewho’sgoingtobethevoiceofyourconscience?"
Hesliddownbetweenahoplite’shelmetandanawesomemaskofthePythonesstoapositiononthefloorwherehecouldseeher,coilinghimselfintoaneconomicalball,outofthewayofallthefeet.Therewereonlytwostars’dressingroomsattheCullodenandJustinedidn’trateeitherofthemyet.Shewasinthegeneraldressingroom,amongtheceaselesstraffic.
"BloodyoldCardinaldeBricassart!"shespat."IhatedhimthemomentIlaideyesonhim!"
Danechuckled."Youdidn’t,youknow."
"Idid!Idid!"
"No,youdidn’t.AuntAnnetoldmeoneChristmashol,andI’llbetyoudon’tknow."
"Whatdon’tIknow?"sheaskedwarily.
"Thatwhenyouwereababyhefedyouabottleandburpedyou,rockedyoutosleep.AuntAnnesaidyouwereahorriblecrankybabyandhatedbeingheld,butwhenheheldyou,youreallylikedit."
"It’saflaminglie!"
"No,it’snot."Hegrinned."Anyway,whydoyouhatehimsomuchnow?"
"Ijustdo.He’slikeaskinnyoldvulture,andhegivesmethedryheaves."
"Ilikehim.Ialwaysdid.Theperfectpriest,that’swhatFatherWattycallshim.Ithinkheis,too."
"Well,fuckhim,Isay!"
"Justine!"
"Shockedyouthattime,didn’tI?I’llbetyounevereventhoughtIknewthatword."
Hiseyesdanced.
