Justin grunted as he managed to get his
body to sit (and not fall) beside her. They waited in silence for a
minute.
"So what's going on?" Julia asked.
"Something to do with this clipboard," Justin said, handing it to her.
"Flip to the front."
Julia read through the directions concerning Uncle Justin and the
outline of how Julia could be removed if necessary. Someone would slip
her some knock-out cigarettes.
"Knock-out cigarettes?" she asked incredulously.
"Well, from what I've seen, this isn't the most intelligent conspiracy
in the world."
"You'd at least think they'd check to see if their knock-out medicine
was flammable."
"Probably alcohol based."
"Why not just slip me a mickey, then?"
"How much do you drink?"
"Hardly at all. Occasionally when I'm with -- "
"What?"
"Rhonda must be in on this."
"Are you still hanging out with her? She's bad news. Her family owned
Tranquil's only brothel about eighty years ago, and --"
"No ancient history lessons, please," Julia said.
"Well it wasn't ancient to my grandfather, who -!"
"All right, pax, pax! Sorry for using that word.
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