Man With a Squirrel
“Molly said.
Fred said, “She really got to you, didn’t she?”
“Given a chance, there’s not much she wouldn’t get to,” Molly said. “You wouldn’t know she’d gotten inside until she started expanding, and it would be too late.” Molly took a sip from her mug of cold coffee, brushed imaginary crumbs off her breasts, and shifted her hips in the armchair. “I didn’t know how badly Ophelia set me up.” Molly shuddered. “It wasn’t so goddamn awful,” she said. “But the woman got under my skin like one of tho...se egg-laying insects, and the larvae are already crawling everywhere, looking for where they’ll bore their openings to get air.”
“God, Molly.” Fred walked toward her but Molly waved him off, gesturing toward the couch, his usual place. Her normal post was at the other end, using the other lamp.
Molly said, “Part of it is I’m so upset with Ophelia.” She folded her hands in her lap and started. “My first plan was, especially when your interest had bumped into this operation, to make a fair evaluation for Ophelia, the way you, in your place, might go so far as to examine an original painting by Byron Ponderosa if you had a sister contemplating doing serious business with him.”MoreLess
Fred said, “She really got to you, didn’t she?”
“Given a chance, there’s not much she wouldn’t get to,” Molly said. “You wouldn’t know she’d gotten inside until she started expanding, and it would be too late.” Molly took a sip from her mug of cold coffee, brushed imaginary crumbs off her breasts, and shifted her hips in the armchair. “I didn’t know how badly Ophelia set me up.” Molly shuddered. “It wasn’t so goddamn awful,” she said. “But the woman got under my skin like one of tho...se egg-laying insects, and the larvae are already crawling everywhere, looking for where they’ll bore their openings to get air.”
“God, Molly.” Fred walked toward her but Molly waved him off, gesturing toward the couch, his usual place. Her normal post was at the other end, using the other lamp.
Molly said, “Part of it is I’m so upset with Ophelia.” She folded her hands in her lap and started. “My first plan was, especially when your interest had bumped into this operation, to make a fair evaluation for Ophelia, the way you, in your place, might go so far as to examine an original painting by Byron Ponderosa if you had a sister contemplating doing serious business with him.”MoreLess
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