Now that I could see again, I realized I was drenched in blood-and other things-but it was mainly the blood that was worrying me, because it was all mine. The sweet perfume stayed faint, and Belle's voice was gone from me. You think Musette is going to piss me off that badly? I asked. for that reason.
The air whooshed out of Pudgy and lefthim flat, very flat, a cardboard cutout that they bundled into the front seat of the Monza, one on eitherside of him. How dare you! Musette said. I am not your ma petite. But you, ma petite, I understand you.
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