He shows up out of the blue. He looks the same, his hair thinner, a bit tamer, but his eyes still shine like a matchstick just struck.
“You still have my parents’ shares, right?” he asks.
“Of course.” She’d put them in a trust; spending it seemed wrong.
“And majority share of the Centre?”
“Are you spying on me?”
“Sell it. Sell it all, and come with me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“You’re not happy.” When she doesn’t protest, he says, “We’ll buy an island. We’ll book passage on the space shuttle.”
Yes, she thinks. That’s exactly what we’ll do.
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Lilith (lilithilien) wrote in no7_awz on May 16th, 2011 at 04:35 am
Escape