His speech had changed. Before he spoke smoothly without a flaw in his voice.
"What would happen? No way of knowing."
From her bed, she stared at every little movement of his. Disjointed. Trembles. Shudders. Before, he was graceful and elegant.
"You live. Stay alive. I keep it that way."
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She avoids looking towards the kitchen in the back and stares into her coffee instead.]
... I wouldn't really have called it an operation. [SIGH.] I mean, it worked, but still.
[Iona puts down her cup and sets her arms across the table to rest her chin on them. She's looking at Claude levelly as if wanting to see if this position of hers would reveal a new perspective about this first time customer.
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His speech had changed. Before he spoke smoothly without a flaw in his voice.
"What would happen? No way of knowing."
From her bed, she stared at every little movement of his. Disjointed. Trembles. Shudders. Before, he was graceful and elegant.
"You live. Stay alive. I keep it that way."
She avoids looking towards the kitchen in the back and stares into her coffee instead.]
... I wouldn't really have called it an operation. [SIGH.] I mean, it worked, but still.
[Iona puts down her cup and sets her arms across the table to rest her chin on them. She's looking at Claude levelly as if wanting to see if this position of hers would reveal a new perspective about this first time customer.
And then she innocently remarks:]
You know. You're a little twisted aren'tcha?