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Not My Kink
Week 8
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Love jewels. A diamond Napoleon gave to Josephine, a necklace Lord Byron had made for Contessa Guiccioli or Horatio Nelson gave Emma Hamilton. They're not always spectacular gems in their own right. Most are, especially if they're given by a king, but some are smaller stones, a little cloudy or not particularly well cut by modern standards. But the story, the romance and the history behind them, to a certain kind of collector those gems are priceless.
I always enjoyed snatching a love jewel. There's the bragging rights, naturally. Plus the challenge; famous jewels always have the most creative security protecting them. And then there were the collectors: those obsessed, competitive, relentless, and often quite ruthless collectors—but such romantics, so passionate about their obsessions. When they located a jewel, they wanted it so badly. And when the item in question was collecting dust in some corporate vault, only seeing the light of day once in a decade when it was sent out to be cleaned, it made for a very satisfying heist. Rob from the indifferent and give to the romantic.
Well, sell to the romantic. I can't say I did it for love. Byron, Nelson, and Napoleon may have, but Kitty did it for cash. But that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the collector's fascination. There is something very special about those pieces beyond their obvious cost. Czar Alexander has some exquisite piece of Fabergé made for his wife, the Czarina Maria Feodorovna, and a century later Stephen Spielberg buys it for his wife because she's playing a Russian princess (descended from Alexander and Maria, as it happens). Edward VIII has a pair of Cartier panthers made for the woman he gave up a kingdom to marry, and a half-century later, an American crimefighter who bought them to bait a cat burglar winds up sliding one across the dinner table, because that cat burglar isn't an adversary anymore. It's not the jewels in and of themselves, it's not their intrinsic value or even their beauty. It's what they mean, what they represent: the grand gesture.
I fought crime for him. It's not my kink, I didn't enjoy it much, and I wasn't particularly good at it, but I did suit up in the Batcave, checked the at large list before setting out, and went into the city to stop baddies like me from doing what comes naturally. And I did it—started doing it, at least—because he asked me. He wanted my help, he wanted to include me in his world, and… and like an idiot, I just FORGOT. I forgot the burning, soulful ache that started it all. Crimefighting isn't something Bruce does because he's bored playing polo. It's who he is. No one will ever suffer what he suffered if he can prevent it. How can you not love that? And he wants me to be a part of it. Bruce wants me to share his mission with him, and I let Edward Richmond Nigma pull my focus. For that alone, I should break him in two.
There was this one spectacular bracelet Edward VII gave his last mistress, Alice Keppel. Hostesses of the period preferred inviting Alice instead of the queen whenever the king came to dinner, since she was the only one who could defuse the situation when he had one of his explosive tempers.
His back is fine now. Has been for a nearly week, and he could have easily climbed the stairs and gone back to living in the manor. But Batman wasn't quite ready to resume patrol. He needed an extra few days to "limber up" for the Batline, and it just seemed right to go on living in the cave while he did it. So we spar a little in the gymnasium and follow the sidekicks' progress on the OraCom. There's nothing to stop me from going out myself, but… well, little gestures are worthwhile too. He doesn't want me catching up with Eddie until Batman is back on the job, and it costs me nothing to go along with it. There were an awful lot of nights when some little compromise that cost nothing would have made us both a lot happier, so what the hell.
Bruce is obsessing on the fear toxin (speaking of men with explosive tempers). It's not that I'm overjoyed at that little detail, but there's another angle that bothers me a lot more. It's that string of rogue hideouts that Eddie kicked off with, before the ATM clues: Mad Hatter's place, Ivy's greenhouse, Two-Face's last base at the Flick Theatre, Scarecrow's fife at Hudson U. That's what Bruce sees anyway, a typical Cape missing the point completely. He sees "rogues". But Eddie isn't saying "rogues"; he doesn't think of them as rogues. He thinks of them as Jervis, Pammy, Harvey and Jonathan. What he's saying is "Who's next?"
Scratch that, if we're going to do this, let's put on our straitjackets and do it in all its Arkhamesque lunacy. What he is saying is "Riddle me thus, you faithless puss: Who is next? That's why I'm perplexed. Is there anyone you won't turn on for him? Is there any friend you won't cut just to help the bat win?"
Okay, you know what, I'm not an Arkham case and I suck at the rhyming shit. Point is, what Eddie is really saying is "Who's next?" And because, despite all his charm, he's a fucking nutjob, he can't come right out and say that. He has to dress it up in a string of fridge magnet clues pointing to rogue lairs. And then, apparently, he had to top it off with a crimefighter trap sprung with fear toxin. Furious as I am, I almost feel like… like… I don't know. It's almost touching. The grand gesture.
I don't expect Bruce to see it that way, of course. I might not myself if I had actually snorted the stuff. We did talk about it that night when he told me what Eddie had been up to, what I might have seen. The greatest fear question, it's a big one, and most of us night people consider it from time to time. At least the sane ones do. It's not something you want to let take you by surprise, particularly not in front of somebody who wants you dead. So if you're smart, every now and then you put on some Beethoven, pour a glass of wine, and do a little soul searching. I hadn't. And Bast knows, I should have. It's been a good few years since my last exposure. My life has changed completely since then, and it's fair to say the big fear has too. Considering the old fear involved exactly where I'm living now, who I'm living with, and what compromises I'm willing to make to keep it that way… yeah, the greatest fear has definitely changed. I haven't told him, of course, but he is the world's greatest detective, and he knows me pretty well. He must at least suspect what that old fear toxin nightmare was. Anyway, we talked about it that night: what the new triggered fear might have been and… and what the hell Eddie could have expected to accomplish by it.
Ironically, what he did accomplish was ending my fight with Bruce in the most amicable way possible and renewing my subscription to Crimefighters' Quarterly. When you find out your best friend spent the last week conspiring to lead you around like a demented puppy chasing a stick, only to introduce you to your greatest fear at the end of it, I don't care who you are, you need a hug! I needed a hug, I said so, PsychoBat handed off to Bruce and that was the end of the fight.
We should probably thank him. It would hurt a lot more than the pummeling he's going to get, but I would be the last to deny Bruce the satisfaction of that pummel. He's been inactive all these weeks, he's frustrated beyond belief, and the first Bat-beating is going to be epic. It's going to be savagery incarnate wearing a scalloped cape and a graphite mask. And it is going to Hurt. Like. Hell. It's downright patriotic of Eddie to step up and volunteer for the job. Meow.
So my own satisfaction will have to wait a bit, but until my moment comes, I'll get to enjoy his and that should be quite the spectacle. Again I say "Meow".
We've already begun. Bruce and Selina returned from St. Kitt's the day before yesterday. Just in case anything went wrong with my cover, we wanted to make sure it was only Catwoman who was exposed. Nothing will go wrong, but if it does, then Selina Kyle is obviously up to something, using her relationship with Bruce Wayne to gain access to Gotham banks for some felonious reason. But if Selina isn't supposed to be in Gotham at all, if she's supposedly traipsing around the Caribbean with Bruce when she's found to be posing as this Georgina Barnes, that would lead to all sorts of questions about Bruce's real whereabouts. So Monday we came back, and Georgina reported for work at CashPulse, the first banking networking on our list. The dear thing doesn't dress very well: a fiercely blue suit that contrasts just a little too jarringly with her fiercely red hair, so that that's all anybody sees. The brassy redhead in the blue suit doesn't have any facial features, a particular sort of voice or a certain color eyes. It's a perfect disguise really, giving them something particular to notice instead of trying to be nondescript.
CashPulse was a bust, but it did give me a good introduction to the system. Apparently that's what Bruce had in mind. He started me off at the company least likely to produce results, allowing me to get acclimated in the financial world. Then yesterday, once I was presumably "acclimated", he started sending me to the most likely firms. Today at BankLink International, I hit paydirt. Second try and we found it. He's that good, my dark knight. Is it any wonder we all love taking him on?
Riddler gained nothing from the first ATM shuffle. Batman searched every chain from every compromised account, and not one penny ever found its way back to Eddie. It cost the banks time and money to clean up the mess, but that money went into overtime and extra advertising to polish up their reputations after the meltdown. So… Riddle me this, riddle me that, how to make money while annoying a bat? If he didn't turn a profit that night, it must have been a demonstration. He's proved he can infiltrate the banking networks and shuffle the money around at will. If they don't want him to do it again, pay up!
That's not the kind of threat the banks would take to the cops, obviously—rather like diamond merchants relieved of a love jewel. Diamonds are a very small world and million dollar deals are still made on a handshake. Reputation is everything. So if you're hit, you don't let that be known. Insurance premiums go up, and nobody needs that, but worse, your reputation now has a big asterisk hanging over it. *Security isn't what it should be. *Vulnerable and careless. *Lacking in judgment or resources to look after their own interests. *Putting their most valuable assets at risk. No one needs that either, so they take the hit quietly and move on. That's what we count on, the cats and the collectors.
Although… You know, if it were me, I wouldn't go to the police either (obviously); police aren't discreet. But if it were me, I think I'd have to at least consider the possibility that a man in a mask might be. I mean, Batman doesn't have a face. He obvious understands the concept of a secret worth keeping. But anyway, banking networks, like diamond merchants, are not going to go running to the cops, and either because they didn't think to or because they didn't know how, they didn't come running to Batman either. So we had to go to them. So, this afternoon at 1 o'clock, right before slipping off to lunch, Georgina Barnes messed up the really complicated logout routine on her new computer at BankLink. She had to consult the index card everybody has to check 10 times their first day, and somehow, one oops following another, she wound up triggering the backdoor that some low level WayneTech coder left in the first generation software ten years ago—accidentally giving herself godlike access to all accounts, emails, documents, and encryption logs.
And the most recent file sealed with the CEO's password? No riddle there. No crimefighter's instincts required. A simple cat burglar could have guessed: Eddie is asking for control of an account with a $25 million stake, and $5 million to be added every month they wish to continue without another cyberattack. It's smart. He knows they'll be lulled into a false sense of security by that monthly payment. They'll think they have plenty of time to track him. But that money will be gone as soon as he gets control of the account, and he'll never return for subsequent payments. Not a bad little scheme, really. The money moves electronically, it's not like saying 'leave a paper bag under the bench by the sailing pond in Robinson Park', so Eddie probably thinks he's still hidden. He doesn't really understand what Bruce is capable of. For all his posturing about Batman as the only brain fit to do battle with his own, Eddie really has no idea.
He's outmatched. That arrogant little touch using the WayneTech satellite, it gave us a traceback range. A 40-mile traceback, but still, it was a start. The extortion email to BankLink was sent by the same method, through a STAR Labs satellite this time. Traceback #2 overlaps traceback #1 across an oval stretching from 71st Street up to 96st. 25 city blocks may not sound like "Gotcha, Nigma", not until you run it through a few directories and find… Backgammon. A quaint little place in the basement of the Madison Building on 78th, not the sort that even has a sign on the door. An old world carpenter making inlaid chessboards and backgammon tables for rock stars—if you believe their website. If you believe a place like that HAS a website.
So there we are. It's 24 hours before Batman goes back into action. 0-minus-24 and we already know where Eddie is hiding. He's sitting there now, completely unaware he's outmatched and outmaneuvered without the Batmobile ever leaving the cave.
Bruce seems to have stopped typing over there. Probably ready for bed. Big day tomorrow, after all. Batman's backgammon
Oh shit.
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For someone who is so adamantly "not a crimefighter", Selina has an amazing aptitude. Either that, or staggeringly unbelievable luck. I certainly don't recall any Robin achieving such results with such apparent lack of effort.
The new log I created for her is divorced from the main system and completely stripped of my personal settings and subroutines. As such, it apparently reverted to the auto-completion defaults that were built into the core software. I recall finding it annoying, having the system trying to anticipate me, completing words after the first few letters based on recent usage. I turned it off immediately. Selina evidently didn't think to, and as she began to type "Batman's back in action" the system tried to anticipate based on her previous paragraphs. From "back" it gave her "backgammon". Batman's back to Backgammon. Batman's back? Game On.
We thought he wasn't expecting us to find him. It seems we were wrong.
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What a night.
Batman's first night back in action. I thought he would want the cave to himself getting ready. I knew we'd be working together in town, but I figured suiting up again after all those weeks would be… well, a PsychoBat thing. Invocations of the sacred mission, genuflecting to the spirit of justice, maybe a few passages read aloud from Crime and Punishment. In general, an atmosphere that would not be enhanced by the presence of a thief who could always make him forget which side of the utility belt held the Batcuffs. So I said I'd go upstairs to change and meet him in town, but he… he got this weird look in his eye and said "Don't."
Just that. "Don't." Second cousin to "No" under other circumstances. One of those declarations you just don't use with a cat. I asked why (who wouldn't), and he gave another really weird look and said "Exactly." (This is the man making snide comments about feline logic. Go figure.)
Anyway, I stayed. The mood wasn't any more somber or portentous than any other night. No solemn vows or anything, just a particularly nasty glare at the at large list. We suited up, he checked a few things in the utility belt—looked like he wanted to check my whip, which I am choosing to ignore—and then he got that look again. With the mask on, I suddenly realized where I'd seen it before. Roof of the MoMA. None of our encounters had been the same since Cat-Tales, but that night… that night it was a new dynamic entirely. It was like he'd abandoned the gruff Bat-manner too quickly. He was almost… conversational. Watching them load the packed up masterpieces into trucks, he asked if I liked Monet. And then after a few of the old sparks, that voice I'd never heard before:
"This work… what I do… It's my life. I couldn't—wouldn't…"
It was the first time I'd ever heard that voice, maybe the first time that part of him had ever spoken from inside the cowl. Would certainly explain all the stops and starts. But that look in his eye, that's what I saw now.
"Want a lift? Or taking your own car?"
There was no searching for the words this time. Batman is nothing if not direct. But the look was the same; everything changed between us after that look. He was toying with an idea the same way I'd look in Tiffany's window deciding if I was going to let them keep a diamond tiara or turn it into an extra leopard for the Catitat. That night, after that look, he sent the note asking me to meet him at the opera house. What the hell was he thinking about now?
"Technically, it's the car you gave me," I pointed out, stalling for time. I gave the words the lightest, freest lilt I could manage, even adding a little smirk at the end, but as usual he didn't bite.
"Technically, it's the car you gave me, too" he graveled.
(And hiss-growl-hiss-hiss-spit-growl, you just CANNOT win a game of chess with that man!)
"You don't think it's a bad idea for Bruce Wayne's girlfriend to be riding around in the Batmobile?"
"Just for tonight," he said.
I nodded. I'm still not completely sure what I agreed to but I nodded, and twelve minutes later, we were speeding across the 10th Avenue Bridge and he grunted as we passed that billboard.
"Catworthy," he spat. "Opals and tourmalines? Catworthy? You never would have wasted your time on a place like that no matter what their advertising agency dreamed up for a catch phrase. Not when Cartier is only 4 blocks away, still using the same panther motif the Duchess of Windsor made famous."
I chuckled, which brought quite the death glower.
"A so-called friend should know that," he hissed.
"Come on, you wouldn't have wanted him sullying Cartier, would you? I know I wouldn't. Besides, I doubt Eddie could even get in, and if he could, your counter operation would have been screwed because Robin never would have made it inside."
"He would do what was necessary."
"Not in a hundred years would that boy make it to the show floor to find whatever trap Eddie had laid for me. Cassie maybe… if I coached her and we practiced for a few nights at the Olivieri mansion."
He grunted, and that was it for conversation until the car turned onto 78th Street. I guess I was holding my breath or something, because he told me to breathe. I did, and that was it for conversation once again.
He stage managed it beautifully, the car slowing as it approached the Madison Building, nearly coming to a stop right in front of it, right across from the stairs leading down to Backgammon, and then… Whoosh! Speeding away down the street with a roar of Bat-bravado.
Four blocks away and 20 stories up, Eddie was hunched over his computer screen, watching the feed from his hidden camera, this sour pout in his face that said "thwarted." (An anagram for which happens to be THWART ED. What it lacks in originality, it makes up in pertinence.)
What Eddie didn't know, of course, was there was no one in that car. We were both right outside the window, watching him watch the Batmobile pass on his decoy.
"It's showtime," I whispered.
But Batman just stood there.
"No. You go in. You need to talk it through." Then he massaged his knuckles slowly, the way a connoisseur swirls a fine cabernet before tasting it, ending with an ominous "I'll be here when you're finished."
I couldn't believe it. He's been dying to get back into action, and now he was postponing the confrontation? But it wasn't the time or place to question it, so I edged a few windows over, sliced up the pitiful CPD gizmo Eddie had rigged up on the bedroom window, slid it open, and went inside. I looked around for the Riddler equivalent of my Zen Cat. There was a photograph of Doris in a silver frame. Just the right size and certainly the right spirit, but it had a glass cover. That could get ugly. Head wounds bleed a lot. The blood is very thin, slow to clot. So I poked around some more. He had a Rubik's cube calendar. It was a little small and too angular. I didn't want to feel like I was clonking him with a rock. I wanted something flat, book sized, and personal… I found it hanging over the bed. A framed fragment of a movie prop, a jigsaw puzzle Susan Alexander is working on in Citizen Kane. Purrrrrrfect.
I took it off the wall, crept out to the main room, and positioned myself without Eddie hearing a thing. One thing I've perfected living with Bruce is coming up behind someone when they're looking at a computer screen without creating any telltale reflections. Also, being silent on a stone cave floor is a lot more difficult than on Eddie's wall-to-wall carpet. Meow.
And THWACK!
I gave him a good solid smack across the back of his head with his precious puzzle.
"OW!" was the predictable and predictably non-clever response.
Which I enjoyed.
He tried to get up but I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it into the desk a few times. Then he stopped trying to get up, and I pulled up a chair and took a seat beside him.
"You are an addled nitwit, Edward Nigma, a fitting anagram for which is addled nitwit. And you're a shitty friend, an anagram for which is shitty friend."
"Look who's talking, Traitor."
"Oh give it up, Eddie. I have been spectacularly patient with your marathon shitheadedness since this whole thing began, because unlike the crimefighters you're determined to paint me as, I understand that when a cat brings you a disgusting not-entirely-dead chipmunk, it's because he thinks it's a fine gift. He's working with what nature gave him: claws, teeth, and small furry animals that don't have the sense to stay out of his way.
"So I wasn't pissed at the cat clue you sent to the manor. I shrugged off the mind games at the MoMA, I didn't hold a grudge after Metropolis, and I certainly wasn't going to go on a jihad because of your Aries stunt at the diamond exchange. I know a dead chipmunk when I see one. Don't sit there calling me a traitor when you tried to come at me with fear gas."
"You work on his side of the street, you've got to expect that, my weak lion." Then he started counting off on his fingers "You've got to expect fear gas, hatting, smilex, Ivy turning that Hell Month fighting machine against you…"
"Eddie, you talk like I don't get that anyway. Jervis has hatted me. He's hatted you, he hatted Jonathan, and then he had you both attack me while he fear-gassed Harvey. We all got past it. If we held onto those things forever, nobody would be speaking to anybody—which would certainly limit the potential for future throwdowns, but it wouldn't be any fun. I mean really, it's a big city out there and it sucks to be alone, so…"
I shrugged. It's the price you pay, being a rogue. He knew that as well as I did.
"You can dress it up any way you want to, 'Lina, you still went white hat."
"Yeah, I did. So what?"
"Paging Mr. Riddler, there's an unanswered question on the table. That's is your thing, isn't it? There isn't actually a white hat/black hat divide for cats, but from your limited non-feline perspective, that's the only way you can see it. So I am conceding the point. 'Lina White Hat, A Tail When Hit, or whatever it was. So what?"
I hummed the Jeopardy theme to annoy him, and by a cute coincidence, his screensaver kicked on and played the same music. He tried so hard not to react, he was sucking in his cheeks and probably biting his tongue trying to hold the pissed-off, dangerous rogue mask. But that dinky little tune kept playing and it all got the better of him. He lost the battle and out came the snicker.
"You planned that," he insisted.
I actually had no idea what his screensaver was, but there was no point in going that far off topic. I just smiled like "the ways of the cat are inscrutable". Then I figured it was time to remind him he was still a dot with one of those giant unanswered question marks looming over his head.
"Riddle me this, Eddie," I said softly. "If I have 'gone white hat', so what?"
"So," he said, lips pursed. "I don't like it. I like you, I do this, dot-dot-dot, more little chats like the one at the Adamas Exchange!"
"Oh, with you there," I nodded vigorously. "Liking the crimefighter personally (which I'm not one, but again, we're making allowances for your limited non-cat intellect), liking the crimefighter totally, totally sucks. Awkward, pissy, strained exchanges on rooftops, angst-ridden aftermath, mess of a situation for everyone involved. Been there, done that, it does suck. What's your point?"
"Your point is that it's not pleasant being caught between a rock and hard place and you'd rather not do it?"
"… Kind of."
"You know what else sucks? February. When those slushy puddles of not-quite-melted snow are everywhere but you're not wearing boots anymore, so you always wind up with that really cold wet ooze getting into your shoe. And then you have to walk around all day with that cold squishy feeling."
"I hate that."
"Yeah, so do I. Ah, 'Lina, we seem to have wandered off the subject a little…"
"Did we? I thought we were comparing notes about the many and varied dead chipmunks that come with living in an imperfect world. All those little annoyances that—"
"We were talking about you, that you would go so far for that… that…"
"YES BATMAN! THANK YOU! That you would go so far for that Bat-man that you not only stop stealing yourself, you come after the rest of us."
I smiled. I never went after Eddie, he pulled on my tail. But I didn't say that. Instead I just smiled, which does tend to unnerve them, rogue and crimefighter alike.
"What, what is it?" he said, looking around frantically like he thought he was sitting on a bomb.
"I ever tell you about Colin Lerrick? Reclusive Brit, chess grandmaster, buried himself in puzzles, IQ of 220. Been thinking about him all week, I can't imagine why," I grinned.
"No, you have never told me about 'I Click Loner'," he said acidly. "Pray continue with your transparent parable."
"He's not a fiction, Eddie. I did not make up a name that had a nice snappy anagram for you. You can Google him if you don't believe me. I'll wait."
He did and confirmed that Colin Lerrick was real, studied philosophy at Oxford, inherited a pharmaceutical company at age 23, sold it for a hundred million pounds at 24, and retired from the world.
"If this rich guy likes puzzles so much, how come I've never heard of him?"
"Because he doesn't collect them, Eddie, he just likes them. It's not the kind of thing that goes in Who's Who. He'd have no interest in your Citizen Kane jigsaw, so he'd never bid on it."
"So how did you find out?"
"Oh COME ON, Eddie! Live up to your name, figure it out! It's no fun if I tell you, is it?"
He made a face and sighed.
"Well obviously, since you were so stupidly unguarded saying he doesn't collect puzzles, that means he must collect something else. Something Catwoman would be inclined to steal—back when she had some scruples."
"Only two insults, I think you're coming around. And of course you're right. Lerrick collects love diamonds."
"Love diamonds," he said flatly.
"Right. A necklace Lord Byron had made for the Contessa Teresa Guiccioli, for example. She was the last woman Byron loved, his mistress when he was living in Ravenna, beginning work on Don Juan. It's a big gem, Eddie. On its own, it'd be worth a quarter of a million. But you add in Byron, Teresa and Don Juan, the history and the romance… Lerrick collects love diamonds. He's obsessed with them, actually. All those collectors are.
"Complete romantic under the eccentric hermit shell. Had me deliver the stone to his estate, inside this vault-cum-bunker-cum-private museum he has under his house. Showed me his whole collection, jewels and paintings all connected to the great love stories of history. Beautiful stuff of course, but it was the vault itself that was the real treat."
"Well of course," Eddie said smugly. "If there's one thing a puzzling man knows, it's how to devise a decent lock."
"The walls were two feet thick," I told him, leaning in and speaking low, like it was something sexual. "Reinforced concrete, sealed off with a tri-bi titanium door… Twin-bolt Swiss gear lock on a prearranged time release, fingerprint recognition plus a 4-digit pin that changes every 30 minutes—the sequence radioed out from the manufacturer in Zürich…"
"O-o-oh, I like this guy," Eddie shuddered.
"At least a code that's radioed in can be intercepted," I pointed out. "Unlike the vocal signature for a voice recognition backup linked to the main alarm. Could tell the difference between human vocal chords and a recorded voice… I was giddy. Would have let him have the Byron necklace for nothing if he'd let me have a go at its resting place in his fortress. I almost proposed it, but he obviously thought it was his collection that had brought such a flush to my cheeks, and I didn't want to take that away from him."
"Aren't you a sweetie. So you settled for cash."
"The thing is, Eddie, Lerrick lives and breathes puzzles as much as you do, but his passion is love jewels. Can you guess why?"
"I have no idea."
"Of course you do."
He sighed.
"Because love is irrational, 'Lina. That is why it fascinates him. It's the puzzle that can't be solved."
There it was. He'd said it. Game. Set. Match.
"Puzzle that can't be solved," he repeated, his eyes darting around the room.
"Nope," I agreed. "Can't be solved. Catlike, it follows no rules but its own, and only it knows what they are. Also it can change the rules any time it wants, in any way it wants, and there's nothing anyone can do about it."
"The puzzle… that cannot… be solved," he said again—and I noticed now he didn't seem to be breathing very well. "Love is a puzzle… that can't be solved."
"Eddie, you're not going to have a panic attack or anything, are you?"
He lifted his finger like he was going to say something VERY important, and then put it down.
Then the whole right hand swung around to his hip, like he was ramping up to sing "I'm a little teapot" with the force of King Lear raging into the storm. But when he did speak again, it was matter of factly:
"It's a puzzle that can't be solved," he declared, his left hand flitting up to complete the teapot effect.
"And since Bruce and I cannot be solved, you're ready to leave it alone?" I asked brightly.
His face fell, and then his head pulled back a little, and he seemed to be staring at something invisible a short distance in front of his face.
"I can see I have been looking at it the wrong way," he said finally—directing his statement to the invisible something, as near as I can figure. Then he looked up at me.
"An addled nitwit?" he asked.
"And a shitty friend," I answered.
"But still a friend?"
"If you want to be."
"I assume he's waiting out there to rip out my spleen."
"At the very least."
"I'm pretty sure you can live without one. Like the appendix and tonsils."
"You've made a list of organs he can rip out of people without killing them!"
"Oh come on, Eddie, he's Batman! I'm sure he knows without anybody having to tell him."
The silence continued for a moment. I figured somebody had better break it before nosy outside the window noted the lack of conversation and took it as a cue.
"I came in through the bedroom," I mentioned casually. "I see you still have Doris's picture in there."
"Well, I am an addled nitwit," he said with a sad resolve.
"Puzzle that can't be solved, Eddie. Have you thought to… maybe give her a call?"
"No, I don't think that's such a hot idea, 'Lina. Doris isn't the type who would enjoy receiving a collect call from the Arkham infirmary."
"When you get out then."
"And say what? Before I met you I never went a day without solving the Times crossword in less than 10 minutes, and now I haven't gone a day without solving the Times crossword and missing you?"
I shrugged.
"It's not bad. As dead chipmunks go."
"No," he said with a sour face. "It's not really on point. Like those cat clues, they had nothing to do with banking. I tried, 'Lina, I wracked my brains trying to come up with some kind of obscure banking trivia that tied in to paws or whiskers or even milk!"
"What about Bengal Central Bank, where you inserted the virus."
"You noticed that, eh?" he beamed.
"Of course. It was a very thoughtful touch."
"Ah 'Lina, it's not the same. The clues should have had something."
"Maybe your heart wasn't in it," I suggested.
"Oh my heart was in it. Just not my brain, I guess. Oh well, I'll do better next time."
"Of course you will," I smiled.
The moment felt good, natural, easy. Then his smile faded.
"Time for me to take my medicine," he said darkly.
"Yep," I rose, planning to go back the way I came.
I'd gotten as far as the bedroom door when he called out "'Lina, before you go, uh…"
I turned back. He looked embarrassed. When he spoke, I understood why:
"How'd you find me?"
Poor Eddie. He has this little quirk, leaving clues unconsciously when he doesn't mean to. We've talked about it. Every time he thinks he has it beaten, his subconscious goes and leaves Batman an extra hint or three. I started to tell him he'd done it again, but he refused to believe it:
"Oh come on, no! It can't be—NO! NO! NO! That hasn't happened for more than… six years! Six years, three months and eleven days, I'm clean. No more Freudian clues, none. I've licked it, I tell you. I…"
I shook my head sadly. And his eyes darted around the room again, trying to figure it out.
"What'd I do?" he asked finally.
"Vince Turner. Eddie, you rented this place under the name Vince Turner."
"So what?"
"Vin. Wine. Eddie, 'vin' is French for 'wine'."
"Wine turner," he said dully.
"And the process of turning champagne bottles as they ferment so the sediment collects in the neck is called…?"
"No, 'riddling', but I take your poi—"
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck-"
"O---kay," I whispered, backing slowly towards my window.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
I'm pretty sure he doesn't carry on like that when Batman answers the big riddle, so I figured I'd just go and let them both do their thing.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fu-KRRHKK…" was the last thing I heard before swinging away.
With the OraCom, I knew I'd be able to meet up with Bruce by morning and get a ride home. I headed uptown to prowl, and then…
At last…
A worthless, overreaching amateur was trying to break in at Cartier.
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I peered around corners, looking one way at the trio of corridors, and then another, before I slammed into a body coming from the final path. Nicky gasped, a scream caught up in her hands. They slipped down to fumble with a locket, previously unknown to me, which draped down onto her chest, before she brought them to my shoulders.
"Oh, Agnetha, you startled me. I guess we're all on edge since the murders… Oh! I didn't mean that!"
Her eyes rolled wild, and she gestured to the flight of stairs that towered behind me.
"Nicky, relax," I said. "Yes, we're on edge. Everybody's been making the same remark- it's affected them too. Where have you been?"
Nicky's fingers more furiously fiddled with her pendant. My eyes flicked down, hovering inches away from the dip in her top.
"I went home. I wanted to see my babies after watching poor Ivor go down. You can understand that I'd want to check that they're safe, right?"
"Yeah, I do get it." My eyes were still on her golden locket. "What are their names? What's in that locket?"
"This?" Nicky hummed. "My…husband gave it to me."
In a swift movement, Nicky had unclasped the piece of jewellery and it was dangling inches from my nose, gleaming triumphantly. She popped it open to reveal pictures, inscribed. The first was sepia, a young woman with ginger locks, a grin and an old-fashioned wedding dress, shining white despite the faux colouring. A young Nicky beamed out at me, batting her eyelids at the miserable, older Nicky beside me. The second picture was dressed in sepia too, but I could make out the dark- black or charred brown- locks, a face gleaming white beneath. Nicky's late husband had dressed himself in a tuxedo, and wore the same expectant smile as she.
"You look beautiful." The words tumbled from my lips before I could think.
"I was beautiful, when Dean was alive."
"What happened?" I asked softly.
"He drowned. He hit his head on the poolside. It was an accident. I…can't remember the details. I…don't know what happened. I'd gone inside to get some drinks; when I returned to him, it was too late. We were alone."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
Nicky shrugged, but her eyes became crystalline as she pulled the necklace away from me and clipped it back around her neck, making sure to tuck it back into the layers of her shirt.
"I'm sorry to pry…" I muttered. "You can go back to your house, of course, but I might come around tomorrow to see if you're okay."
"There's no need, really. I actually came back to the hall so that I could have a word with Caroline. Have you seen her recently?"
"No, not recently," I replied quietly, suddenly overcome.
The sounds of voices trickled across the triangle of corridors again, brisk yet informal in their intonation.
"Oh!" Nicky cried, her expression riddled with surprise as Inspector Simnova rounded a corner, his face grave and intent on listening to whatever wisdom Vladimere had to say. I deduced that they had made their way through the house by the main staircase, down from the bedrooms.
"Inspector!" I called, breaking away from Nicky's bubble "How is Ivor?"
Having not seen me before I had spoken, the Inspector jumped, but greeted Nicky and I politely all the same. This case was changing, and so was, I gladly noted, the Inspector's opinions of me.
"Miss King, Mrs. Cunningham, I hope everything is all right. Ivor himself is recovering slowly, but surely, Miss King."
"I was just looking for Carrie," Nicky intervened. "Is she…?"
Inspector Simnova flushed at the mention of the governess' name. Embarrassingly, I felt my face burn red too.
"Yes," he said with a nod, "she's up in her room."
"Well, I'd better be off."
"Of course," the Inspector nodded his head. "Have a safe journey. Mrs. Cunningham."
Nicky nodded and began to head off in the direction of the dining room.
"Nicky," I called, gesturing.
Immediately, she backtracked to my side.
"You were going to go home-"
"Of course. Oh, my mind is everywhere at the moment."
Having walked in further silence to the front door, we already intended to part ways, despite still walking side by side. My eyes lingered on the grounds and I stopped to survey the snow-capped greenery, letting Nicky trundle on ahead. Even from the front of the house, it was hard to estimate how extensive the land around Karkroff Hall was. Snow hung from the trees in globules, occasionally dripping to the long-tufted grass with a 'plop'. There were trails that caught my eye as the sun set.
But I needed to get back to the hotel. I turned, pulling my coat tighter around my chest, and kept my eyes on the path ahead, watching the crystallised sequins. It was only in a final glance up at the mansion that I saw her, Caroline, who had been watching me from her place at an upstairs window. Her figure dark, face clouded, I couldn't tell her mood, but she was certainly not happy in any case. Our eyes clicked, before she swiftly turned away.
I wandered onwards, stopping only to close the exterior gate, that image of Caroline printing on my mind as my boots printed their marks on the snow.

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Theme 4 Lesson 16 Day 2 A Red-Riding Hood Story from China Translated and Illustrated by Ed Young
Remember that one of the easiest ways to solve a problem is to ask for help. Try to think of a time when someone asked you for help. Maybe your helped someone find a backpack, build a science project, or helped them pronounce a word they didn't know. T38 Oral Language Someone once asked me for help with _______. You will need to add two or three sentences about what happened-what the person needed help with, how you were able to help, how you felt about it and so on.
Read Aloud Today we are going read a poem "A Helping Hand". Why might we read or listen to a poem? T 39 Transparency T105 We might read a poem for enjoyment, to learn something new, or to listen to the way words sound. As you listen to the poem listen for striking or exact language that the poet uses.
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Discuss the Poem T 39 Transparency R79 How are the fish, bird, and dog alike? What are some examples of exact language in the poem? Which words in the poem rhyme?
Words with or, ore T 40 Remember that words with the /or/ sound can be spelled with several different letter combinations, including or, ore, our, ar, and oar. Look at these words and who can tell me the letter combination in each word that stands for the /or/ sound. 1.wore 6. force 2.sport7. story 3.form8. before 4.sore9. bore 5.score 10. glory ^ ^
Independent Practice T 40 In your note book make this chart and group the words in the chart. orore 1.wore 6. force 2.sport7. story 3.form8. before 4.sore9. bore 5.score 10. glory
Independent Practice T 40 orore 1.sport 2. form 3. force 4. story 5. glory 1.wore 2.sore 3.score 4.before 5.bore
Identify Sounds Remember that both the or and ore can stand for the sound /or/. Read each of these words to yourself. for more Notice that both words have the /or/ sound and the two words rhyme even though one has a silent e at the end. You just have to memorize spellings of words that have the /or/ sound spelled with or or ore because there is no good rule when a word has a final e. T 400 ^ ^ ^
Spelling Patterns Write at least two pairs of rhyming sentences that use /or/ words from the list you made with or and ore words. After you have finished then exchange your papers with a partner and share the rhymes. I will call on a few to share with the class in a few minutes. T 41
Robust Vocabulary Would a person wearing a wig and mask be disguised? Would it be cunning of a fox to steal a farmer's eggs? Explain When might two people have embraced? What would it be like to eat tender meat? What might happen to brittle toast when you butter it? When are you delighted to see a friend? T42
Develop Deeper Meaning Read pages 18 and 19 in you book to yourself. T 42 Now read page 18 aloud with me and then answer my questions.
T 42 Would Granny like to eat a chick sandwich that was not tender? Explain Why would Granny be delighted to see her grandchild? What would happen to Granny's brittle bones if she fell? How did the girl feel when her mother embraced her?
Develop Deeper Meaning T 42 Now read page 19 aloud with me and then answer my questions.
T 42 In what ways was the wolf cunning? How did the hunter know that the wolf was disguised as Granny?
T 44 Now let's read the genre study. Fairy tales take place in a make-believe world. Many fairy tales have been retold for centuries in different forms. In most fairy tales, characters are clearly good or bad. Sometimes the characters are talking animals. Some characters may have unusual or special powers.
Can someone think of a fairy tale where a character in them was trying to trick children? T 44 The wolf from "Red Riding Hood". Fairy tales almost always have a happy ending. Now let's copy the graphic organizer from the genre study and use it as you read the story.
Comprehension Strategy Read the strategy information on page 20. T44 When readers have trouble understanding what is happening in a story, they often read ahead. Learning about what happens next may help the reader make sense of the story. Then he or she can return to the confusing text and read it correctly for understanding.
As we read the story you are going to keep track of how the characters are alike and how they are different and then we will answer the questions. T44
Now let's look at pages 20 and 21 You will read a story in which three children solve a problem creatively. Can someone tell me how you solved a problem in a creative way? T45 One purpose for reading a fairy tale is for enjoyment. Look at the title and the author's name. * To what fairy tale do you think "Lon Po Po" will be similar? Why? "Red Riding Hood" because part of the title says that it is A Red Riding Hood Story from China. * What do you think this story will be about? Perhaps it will be about a wolf that tries to eat some people.
Now let's read pages 22 and 23 Where is the mother going? T46 When should the children close and latch the door? They should close and latch the door at sunset. She is going to see the children's grandmother.
Now let's read pages 24 and 25 How are the wolf and the mother different? T47 What does the name "Po Po" mean in Chinese? gandmother The mother is described as "good." The wolf is tricky and disguises himself as an old woman. What is the wolf like? How do you know? Tricky, dishonest, and dangerous and I know this because he disguises himself, wolves in fairy tales are often bad. How does the wolf try to fool the children? He pretends to be Po Po. He gives answers that sound as if they could be true.
Now let's read pages 26 and 27 Why do the younger children let the wolf in? T48 The author says the wolf is cunning. What details support this idea? The wolf disguises himself; he pretends to be surprised that the mother is not home; he answers questions as the grandmother might; or he blows out the candle. They cannot wait to see their grandmother. What do you think the wolf will try to do? Why do you think that? He will try to eat the children, because that's what the wolf in Red Riding Hood does.
Now let's read pages 28 and 29 Why does the wolf pretend to be sleepy? T49 How does Shang learn that the wolf is not really her grandmother? After she touches the wolf's tail and claws, the light and catches sight of the wolf's hairy face. He pretends to be sleep so he can get the children to go to sleep and then eat them. Why do you think Shang asks the wolf about gingko nuts? Shang has a plan for getting away from the wolf and the nuts are part of the plan.
Now let's look at pages 36. 1. How are Shang and the wolf alike? How are they different? T53 2. Why does the wolf get into the basket? The wolf wants gingko nuts from the tree. Shang and the wolf are clever. The wolf is greedy; Shang is brave. 3. Which story do you find more interesting, "Lon Po Po" or the read-aloud story "Little Red Riding Hood?" Why do you feel as you do? I think "Lon Po Po" is more interesting because Shang outsmarts the wolf. It was also interesting to read a story set in China.
Now let's read pages 30 and 31 How is Shang different from her sisters? T50 What do you think Shang and her sisters will do with the basket? Why do they want to pull the wolf up into the tree with them? They might drop something on the wolf; they might put the wolf into the basket and pull it up into the tree and drop it. She is the eldest; she is more clever; she is the one who discovers that the wolf was lying and thinks of a plan to trick the wolf.
Now let's read pages 32 and 33 How does the wolf feel about going in the basket after the first time he falls? T51 What does the wolf do? He gets a basket and rope and lets the girls pull him into the tree. The basket falls twice and the wolf becomes angry. He wants to go in again because he really wants to taste a gingko nut. Why do you think Shang lets the wolf fall the first two times? It is part of her plan; to scare him; to hurt him.
Now let's read pages 34 and 35 Why does Shang cough? T52 Why do the girls climb down to the branches just above the wolf? They want to stay away from the wolf if he is pretending to be hurt or dead. It is a signal to her sisters that it is time to let go of the rope. What lesson does the story "Lon Po Po" teach? You need to listen to you parents and be careful about whom you let into your home.
T53 4. How can you tell that the author likes the characters of Shang and her sisters better than the wolf? The author tells how clever Shang and her sisters are. The wolf dies. 5. What made Shang suspicious that the visitor was not her Po Po? Use examples from the story to support your answer. Shang noticed the wolf's voice, tail, and claws. She saw the wolf's face.
Now let's look at pages 37 and learn about the author and illustrator. T53 Ed Young has illustrated over forty books for children. Born in China himself, Ed Young gets inspiration from Chinese paintings. He also does a lot of research before he begins illustrating because he wants his pictures to be exciting and believable.
Check Comprehension Retelling Comparing and contrasting characters, settings, and events can help readers better understand the stories they read. How are Tao and Paotze in "Lon Po Po" alike and different. T54 Now you will use the graphic organizer you made before we started reading the story to help you summarize "Lon Po Po". Remember that your summaries should tell the important events. They are alike because they are both Shang's younger sisters. They are different because Tao is plump and Paotze is sweet.
Fluency Accuracy As you read you should read at a comfortable rate and read each word accurately and clearly. Since some words may be spelled almost the same as other words that sound different or have different meanings, it is important to look at each word carefully. T54
Fluency Accuracy T54 Now you are going to follow along as I read page 22 in "Lon Po Po."
Practice/Apply T54 Now you are going to echo-read page 24 with a partner. Emphasize clear and accurate reading.
Build Robust Vocabulary Shang was ingenious when she thought of a plan to trick the wolf? T 55 brittle - things that are stiff and hard and that break easily charming - you have a way of pleasing people with what you say and how you act cunning - to use smart and tricky ways to get what you want delighted - when you are very happy about something disguised - when you are wearing something that keeps people from knowing who you are embraced - to hug someone Which would be an ingenious invention – a flying bicycle or a rolling bicycle?
Build Robust Vocabulary The sisters outwit the wolf when they get him to climb into the basket. T55 ingenious - when you do something clever or imaginative outwit - when you trick someone by doing something clever racket - making a lot of noise tender - something like food that is soft and easy to chew of cut Would you be more likely to outwit someone if you were playing "hide and seek," or jumping rope?
Build Robust Vocabulary Practice/Apply T 55 ingenious - when you do something clever or imaginative outwit - when you trick someone by doing something clever racket - making a lot of noise tender - something like food that is soft and easy to chew of cut * Think of ingenious ways to have fun on a rainy day without using a computer or a video game. Why is your plan ingenious? * Discuss with a partner different possible ways of outwitting someone during a game of tag. Make a list of your ideas. Compare your list with that of another pair of students.
GRAMMAR Adjectives T 56 Adjectives are words that describe nouns – people, places, and things. Many adjectives tell what kind. For example, these adjectives can tell about the color, size, shape, smell, age, or temperature of something. In this sentence young tells what kind of girl the subject is, and brown tells what kind of bear the object is. The young girl saw a brown bear in the woods.
Guided Practice T 56 Who can tell me what kind of dog this sentence is about? The dog small ran away. small The adjective in this sentence is not in the correct place. Who can tell me where it should go? The small dog ran away.
Practice/apply T 56 In your notebook write a list of five adjectives for each noun in this sentence. The cat climbed the tree. For cat - small, yellow, black, large, striped; For tree – big, towering, young, tiny, green Now you are going to choose two that you think will work best and rewrite the sentence using those adjectives you wrote. After you finish your sentence then share them with your partner and I will be calling on someone to share theirs with the class when we have finished.
DOL T 56 1.she were a girl tall 2.i saw a bird white threw my window? Write and correct each sentence.
Writing Character Sketch T 407 Prewrite Analyze a Character Reread page 29 of "Lon Po Po." The way the author described Shang and the wolf and their actions helped make the story fun to read.
T 407 Conventions Look through "Lon Po Po" and find four names of characters that have been capitalized and write them in your notebook. Now we are going to make a chart together about the characters you wrote. How (Character' Name) Looks and Sounds How (Character' Name) Acts What (Character' Name) Is Like
How (Character' Name) Looks and Sounds How (Character' Name) Acts What (Character' Name) Is Like T57 We can use some adjectives to help complete the first and last columns.
How (Character' Name) Looks and Sounds How (Character' Name) Acts What (Character' Name) Is Like T57 Now you are going to create a character you would like to write about and then prepare for writing by making a chart like this one for your character. Save your work for use on Days 3-5.
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Grabbed something to eat and went to see if the Astronomical Clock was doing its thing. It wasn't. So we headed to the next place everyone goes. Charles Bridge. Where else. It spans the river Vtalva and has beautiful carved statues on either side all along the bridge. I saw the place where they did the clue on the bridge in one of the episodes of the Amazing Race... Oh and we had to rub the brass relief of the saint (Statue of St John of Nepomuk) for luck. But then I think we rubbed with the wrong hand, because I remember reading somewhere after that you're supposed to rub with the left, but I wouldn't bet my life on it... We really enjoyed taking in the ambiance, watching the performers, especially this girl doing this weird dance with some monster mask on. Not sure what that was about. Oh and a didgeridoo guy. Pretty cool. We waited watching the sun setting, the river looked really serene and the castle in the backdrop, it was pretty amazing. I really liked Prague.
Then it was off to explore the charming streets of Prague as dusk set in. We picked up a few souvenirs, found a place to grab something to eat and found ourselves back in Old Town Square, just in time to see the Astronomical Clock do its thing. (In case you're wondering what this thing it does is - well - basically on the hour, a skeleton tips an hourglass that rings
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crows and the bell chimes the hour.) The place really crowds up to watch this, and apparently, this is where a lot of pickpocketing takes place, I read somewhere
I quickly browsed the guidebooks I had lugged along with me to go over tomorrows plan. The morning would be spent at the castle. We had really only one full day in Prague and I wanted to make the most of it, so I had a lot lined up... The only thing left to see is, would we have the stamina to go through with the plan...
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Ruby contemplated her next course of action. There was no way she could go to the Lycan Meet and Great. A gathering of unsupervised lycans couldnt possibly be a smart idea, she reminded herself.
It was likely that campus police would find out about their hidden agenda. That would be the best alternative lest Maximus Emry wanted a blood bath on his hands.
The lycans, each clinging and prideful of their own half species were not known to keep peace amongst one another. Just as the food cycle was a natural part of the animal kingdom so were bitter rivalries amongst the lycans.
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Ruby found the door to room L3, which was to be her holding cell for the next year. When she entered the dormitory the first thing she noticed was the spectacar view of the lush green forests that surrounded the institute. The second thing she noticed were the bars on the window.
She had boxed her things and they had been moved up to the dorm by one of the staff members earlier that morning. The single bed was neatly made with fresh linens. The room also consisted of a small bathroom with a corner shower. The smell of Lysol and sterilization lingered in the air, making Ruby even more aware of her disheveled state.
Finally she stripped the dirty dress off of herself.
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Ruby glanced up at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her bright blue eyes were rapidly changing. She cursed under her breath. The scent of the forest was an obvious trigger, one she was still learning to resist.
Ruby watched as her eyes took on a cat like appearance. Yellow panther pupils were shrouded behind very thick human eyelashes.
Stop! Ruby commanded the panther.
With no avail Ruby felt her senses sharpen. She could hear conversations going on down the hallway, she could smell the forest teasing her as the wind picked up. She had no grasp. Her lack of control was the reason the lycans were in this mess in the first place.
Ruby dug her fingers through her hair until her nails connected with her scalp. Her animalistic instincts began to take over. Her breathing was heavy and jagged. She needed to stay human, she needed to hold onto herself..... Ruby Dawson...human, girl, Christian, vegetarian.
Ruby shrank back against the wall and sank to the floor. She closed her eyes and focused on staying human.
Compassion, love. Yes, that made her more human. Ruby clung to a memory....
" Good heavens child, what are you doing here?" A tired but cautious voice demanded.
Ruby cowered in the corner of the barn. She was scrawny and covered in small scratches that were now fading into scars, only visible in the right light. The small child pulled her knees up to her chin to keep from shivering in her nightgown. She looked up at the older woman. Her grey hair fell out of her ponytail sending fly aways into her kind eyes.
May Dawson could be described as pleasantly pump. Though her expression was less than pleasant. Her mouth fell into a grim line and she looked quite the site standing there in her flannel shirt, levi's and muck boots. Ruby both admired and feared the Jesus freak ever since she could remember. "Please Grandma, don't make me go back to her!"
The older woman massaged her temple. "How many times do I have to tell you child, I am not your Grandmother!"
Ruby shook her head. " I've seen your son, my dad May. I know that he-"
" Now you stop right there missy!" May interrupted.
Desperately the small girl stood to her feet. She needed May to look her in the eye. To see her as her kin. " I have his hair!" She said pulling it free of its ponytail. May focused on the horse stall behind May, forcing herself to keep a safe distance from the child.
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As predicted May's eyes connected with the child. " His eyes," Ruby repeated. "Your eyes May!"
Ruby pulled her hands away from her face. She stood up to get a second glance at her reflection. Her eyes had become moist somehow, but they were her's again. Crystal lined blue. Her nails had retracted. Ruby sighed with relief. She had gained one more point for the human and taken one away from the beast. I can do this, she thought confidently.
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An indecipherable noise began issuing from somewhere below Kristor's belt, But he was still trying to take in the horror that had unfolded in front of his eyes. Suddenly, He just couldn't stop himself, And heaved the remaining contents of his stomach on the bloody floor. "I think we should run" Whispered a voice in a corner of his mind.
Then the creature lumbered fully into view. "Too late, We're boned." Heedless of anything around him , Kristor turned and ran, slipping on the floor but continuing anyway. No sooner was he around the corner than a bolt of effervescent lighting hit the doorframe where he had been standing. Kristor was wearing rubber soled boots and was thus unimpeded by the lightning.
"Left!" Said The Elvis, Obviously somehow knowing where to go. Kristor, on the other hand, kept on running in a straight line, and threw himself into the nearest open doorway before closing it and spinning the lockwheel shut tight."Or just lock us in a room. I'm grand with that too. Not as if I've anything to live for." Sniffed The Elvis from a corner of Kristor's mind.
He turned, Barely able to think straight after all he had seen. "Arm, fight hide" He muttered softly to himself. Espying a broom handle lying on the floor, he grabbed it and cast his eyes around for something that would break if he hit it hard enough. "VENT!" He gasped, His relief palpable. "There's hope for this generation yet....." Muttered The Elvis. No sooner had Kristor started hammering at the vent than the creatures footsteps began echoing outside the door. A long, forlorn cry of utter despair punctuated with loud shattering booms as the creature pounded the door. It cried again, Louder than the last time, And Kristor felt the floor beneath him vibrate.
"FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!" Cried Kristor, Jabbing at the vent harder and harder each time. With the final chorus of FUCK! He smashed in the vent's grate. Suddenly the smog surrounding Kristor's mind lessened. He shook his head, Everything silent around him. How had he gotten here? All he remembered was the creature and the bodies and th-"MOVE AND MOVE NOW YOU PIECE OF SHIT OR I SWEAR EVERY TIME YOU HAVE SEX YOU'LL BE SEEING NOTHING BUT MY SWEATY BALL SACK IN YOUR FACE!" Roared The Elvis in Kristor's ears. He shook himself as the creature resumed its pounding, Even harder than before. Kristor smiled to himself for some reason, Then clambered into the vent just as the creatures cry erupted into a triumphant yell and then a saddened honk as it watched Kristor's boots disappear into the vent, out of sight


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ROCKY POINT – Jasper Lee Willetts Jr. of Rocky Point passed all too soon from his earthy life on Monday, Aug. 29, 2016, at his home.
He was born July 6, 1961, in Wilmington, the son of the late Jasper Lee Willetts Sr. and Sylvia Reaves Willetts. He was also preceded in death by his son, James Ray Willetts.
Mr. Willetts is survived by his wife, Wendy J. Willetts; his children, Jessica Willetts, Stephanie Chambers (William), McKenzie Willetts, Dillon Cohen, Dylan McGuire, and Calin McGuire; brothers, William Willetts (Abby) and Jimmie Willetts (Missy); sister, Sylvia Ann Boswell; best friend of many years, Pete Smith; many nieces, nephews and extended family.
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"If someone had told us we would achieve what we did and break records, we would have laughed a lot and then said they were crazy!" says Jo Gambi, reflecting on the two-year challenge that would push the couple to their limits.
"What actually happened was that we left work unsure of both how long we were taking off and of how Rob's health would be after his second episode of cancer. Our plan was simply to build up to attempting some of the seven summits. It was never quantified in our minds as a two-year challenge, but that's just what ended up happening."
Jo, a physiotherapist and an experienced rock climber, and Rob, an Australian who had a fear of heights when he first met his wife, were about to have the biggest adventure of their lives and face the greatest challenge to their faith.
"On our first expedition to Nepal, just one week into the trip, Rob had become critically ill and his life was in serious danger," Jo explains.
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"Before we left my friend prayed for us and gave us the verse from Psalm 121 about the Lord watching over our coming and going, which had been reassuring. But what transpired was a huge test to my faith. I found myself crying and asking God why he was allowing this to happen.
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Rob ended up needing major abdominal surgery, but he lived to tell the tale.
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"I always knew this in my head, but it took being pushed to the very edge for it to really sink into my heart that whatever happens God is still God, and still to be praised.
"We don't always choose what happens to us, but we can choose how we respond, and maintaining an attitude of gratitude, even if it's just for the smallest things, is what keeps me on an even keel and open to God.
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Summer is the perfect time to indulge in maxi lengths, and Collette by Collette Dinnigan's printed silk dress is a vibrant choice. Wear it with a wide-brimmed sunhat and stacked bracelets for effortless vacation chic.
Shown here with: Vanessa Bruno hat, Erickson Beamon necklace, Philippe Audibert bracelets and cuff, Paloma Barceló shoes.
- Collette by Collette Dinnigan maxi dress: green, black and white silk, V-neck, adjustable spaghetti straps, cross-over front, gathered tier. Concealed zip and hook fastenings at side. 100% silk. Dry clean. Designer color: Folk Flower Print.
Product Code: 170539
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Product Code: 170539


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Guns Blazing
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Speaker: Bill McDonagh
Location: Robertson's Tobaccoria at Fort Frolic
McDonagh: The good people of Rapture didn't sign up to see us government-types shutting down shops, killing their owners.. even with a ponce like Fontaine. But he brung it upon himself. 'Stead of copping it on the chin, bugger gets into his 'ead that he's gonna go down guns blazing. Who does he think he is? John bloody Wayne? We can get on top of this. We can. Here's what we do: we find Fontaine's will and make what was his go to where it was intended - and not into the pockets of us that put 'im into the ground.
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