Fleur Was Convinced
“dancing till all hours” as my grandmother put it- Is it me? My refrigerator?
- but it’s kind of a secret
- as fast as my brain can tell my finger to
- bemused drawl and conman grin
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Fleur was convinced that this was a Tessabot, but I felt certain she was the real thing. But, had my sister let my wife in on some hidden info? Was I deluded? Did infatuation have my brain “dancing till all hours” as my grandmother put it? Why do such imponderables keep interfering with my life? Is it me? My refrigerator? Is it time to throw away that old pickle relish?
“I asked you,” Tessa said, “which sister you talked to. It’s important!”
“It is important, yes,” said Fleur, still hauling me down the corridor by my collar. “I get that, but it’s kind of a secret. And I wouldn’t tell a robot anyway.”
While she was distracted, I was undoing the buttons on my jacket as fast as my brain can tell my finger to poke them through their holes. That brain must not have done too much dancing, for in seconds, Fleur was holding the empty garment and I was dashing with Tessa down a side passageway.
“Sure, run away,” Fleur said with a bemused drawl and a conman grin. “You gonna run right off the airship?”
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