The Master's Child
A minute or so later, she teeters in, in her unsuitable shoes, the heels click-clicking on the concrete.
Jenny would have come down here in those steel-toed boots she has. Mitch would have worn sneakers. I think even the Haswell woman would have come in something flat-soled.
But Juliana, true to form, wears the four-inch spikes she thinks are glamorous, this time as part of silver vinyl knee-high boots. The rest of the outfit involves an electric blue skirt and blouse, a 70s Sci-Fi silver-blonde wig and green-glitter nail varnish.
I drag myself to my feet, making a show of slow, unsteady movement, keeping well to my side of the now much-broken white line. "Good morning Juliana. I think it's
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