Fleur Landed In A Heap
jewel-encrusted skeletons- ominous uranium chandelier
- comfortable in her sequined caftan.
- with his feet in her face
- pyramid of liquor bottles
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Fleur landed in a heap at my feet. I set the infants down next to her and patted her cheeks. “What was it?” I asked. “What happened with Zeus Pamplemousse?” I knew the man had to have some jewel-encrusted skeletons in his closet. And probably an ominous uranium chandelier in his dining room. I wanted ammunition, and it sounded like Fleur could supply it, if only I could wait around until she snapped out of this swoon.
The babies began crying. I definitely didn’t have time to soothe them, to settle the boy with his favorite live feed of the action at the dog track, and make the girl comfortable in her sequined caftan. All I could spare time for was repositioning them with his feet in her face and her elbows on his kneecaps. It wouldn’t keep them quiet for long, but that would be Fleur’s problem until Isolde returned.
I sprinted down the corridor, pulling on my shirt as I ran, which was why I didn’t notice the pyramid of liquor bottles until it was too late.
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