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SEVEN

"I wasn&039;t going to hurt hi like I was going to hurt hireed

"Sinclair, you&039;ve got your ar me out of the kitchen"

"No"

"You absolutely are, Sinclair"

"No"

"And Tina&039;s right behind you!" Backing hihi hi o

"We&039;re notI&039;m just, ah, pleased to see you, my queen"

"Spare me the crapola, Tina"

Tina was our assistant/subject/friend She was Sinclair&039;s majordomo-I&039;ve recently learned that&039;s one word! (Oh, the things I&039;ve picked up in deathI could write a book A funny, shallow book, which would be, incomprehensibly, a bestseller)

Tina was my husband&039;s superassistant, a secretary with poho occasionally carried a pistol (So: best secretary ever! And since I used to be a bad one, I&039;d know) Majordo), Major of the Mansion Yeah, I knoas scared to call her that if she was teasing, or if she was serious Could I tease if she was serious about M of the M? What if I took it seriously when she was teasing? You see the sort of problehtmare-y basis

So she was an assistant, but much, much more Except I never knew just how much Friends didn&039;t call you "Your Majesty," and she&039;d saved my ass about nine tied closeness Chilly, and also insanely hot: Tina&039;d been killed in her teens during the Civil War, and dressed like an escapee from a Catholic school run by a really dirty oldProfessional but fa," I explained, all the tiirl ("Bad vaot a teensy bit heated, and then Sinclair freaked out, and that&039;s when you caht add" It was Tina&039;s favorite book, but not her favorite movie Weirdo Bullock and Kidman rocked that flick

"It did seem a little tense in there"

"Tense? Try insane They don&039;t think I should save Marc"

"Can you save Marc?"

"You missed the &039;duh, queen of the va, because I established I was pretty sure I c-yeow!" A final shove up the stairs, a slam of the door, and now the three of us were in my bedroom

I took a breath and tried to chill "Seriously: why did you putactually been to hell, I hardly ever used hell these days unless I was referring to hell)

"You cannot, my own"

Tina nodded so hard she almost lost a hair ribbon (See, see? A hair ribbon? She looked like a slutty hot extra froht, Majesty, you cannot"

"Don&039;t you two start" I scowled and flopped on the bed, leaned back on my elbows, and scowled ive hi him out of said dirt nap, and I don&039;t wanna hear from you two about it"

"Yes"

"Precisely," Sinclair said in almost the same breath

"Uhwhat?" I was usually braced for opposition, so when I didn&039;t get it, it souard "Sorry?"

"But you cannot"

"I&039; attention? I guess it could workcouldn&039;t hurt to try, right? "And too hungry to concentrate on your riddles Dude, we haven&039;t snacked on each other for two days And ht Stupid St Paul low crime rate" Rapists and cops: they were never around when you needed to co ticket or lure a sexual offender into a dark alley to drink their blood and explain the concept of irony Typical I bounded off the bed and spotted the s and chatting in our roorabbed one, popped it into ently bit down and sucked on the juice It wasn&039;t as good as I re as blood, but it was also better than nothing I could think if I had so in my mouth Uh Maybe I should rephrase

"We have to coethat&039;s always nice" I shifted the cherry to e to s, so as not to then be victie to vomit

Sinclair s and queen, we gotta set a good exa and queen But the exa" The enor room and master bedroom in my old house, suddenly felt too sotta convince the So we can do the second thing The leading If they knoe&039;ve got the Marc Thing under control-whatever the Marc Thing&039;s gonna be-they probably won&039;t freak, right?"

Sinclair started to laugh And Tina was looking at the ceiling, the mantel, the headboardanywhere but at me