Thu, 1 February 2018
Vagueness and the inevitable questions it created only frustrated Rachel, and she had decided that her current predicament was simply one spot too many.
“Sorry, from up here it sounded like you said ‘your chair’ told you I’d be arriving,” she yelled.
The static voice returned. “Well, yeah. I’m not sure if he talks to other people, though. I’ve been alone for quite some time.”
“Mm-hm,” shot Rachel. “Well I’m almost convinced. Just ask the fridge or the cabinets what they think, and we’ll be set.”
Music in Tincture: Book 2, Chapter Nine:
Intro music selected from: PrudHommes by Cobra (avec logo panthère)