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Almost two years and fifty-three thousand words to reach this point. :)
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In less than two hours both the Blacksailor sisters arrived at Darktail Manor, Karra accompanied by her spouse, Fin. Fin was indeed a Blended as Ali had told Salli, wearing the baggy, androgynous clothes some of the genetically engineered sex preferred. Karra looked like she’d been crying on the flight over, and leaned on Fin for support as Salli and Zaker led them to the conference parlor.
“I’m glad you were all able to come,” Salli told them. “I know, Karra, that you quite upset about the that unfortunate incident with Ali and your two boys.”
“Of course I was upset, but I don’t want her dead,” Karra declared, as Fin gave her a supportive squeeze.
“Our boys are in school today,” Fin said. “They wanted to see Ali, but I told them it would be a bad idea.”
“When you see her, I think you will all agree it wouldn’t be a sight for young children, no,” Salli agreed regretfully.
“So why did you want us to come here first, Lady Sallivera?” Razi asked.
“I have some things I wish discuss with you, about what to do… in case some hard decisions need to be made, about Ali,” Salli said. “It might be best if we discuss that now, so there won’t be any needless confusion when her brother Lu becomes legally involved.”
“Ah, yes,” Razi said. “Though we could have done that over the com if need be.”
“I think face to face is much preferable in situations like this.” Salli turned to Zaker, who doing her furniture imitation along the wall, much as Ali once had. “Zaker, please flag down Nari and have her bring tea and biscuits for us while we discuss things. Then double-check the CP locks on my and Ali’s rooms.”
“There’s an alarm set to go off if they’re tampered with, Lady Salli,” Zaker noted, raising an eyebrow at the request.
“Do it anyway, please. For my peace of mind.”
Zaker shrugged and touched her forehead in salute, heading out of the door.
“If you’ll be patient, Nari should be along shortly,” Salli told the others. “No sense in starting only to be interrupted.”
( Salli channels her inner Agatha Christie )
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In less than two hours both the Blacksailor sisters arrived at Darktail Manor, Karra accompanied by her spouse, Fin. Fin was indeed a Blended as Ali had told Salli, wearing the baggy, androgynous clothes some of the genetically engineered sex preferred. Karra looked like she’d been crying on the flight over, and leaned on Fin for support as Salli and Zaker led them to the conference parlor.
“I’m glad you were all able to come,” Salli told them. “I know, Karra, that you quite upset about the that unfortunate incident with Ali and your two boys.”
“Of course I was upset, but I don’t want her dead,” Karra declared, as Fin gave her a supportive squeeze.
“Our boys are in school today,” Fin said. “They wanted to see Ali, but I told them it would be a bad idea.”
“When you see her, I think you will all agree it wouldn’t be a sight for young children, no,” Salli agreed regretfully.
“So why did you want us to come here first, Lady Sallivera?” Razi asked.
“I have some things I wish discuss with you, about what to do… in case some hard decisions need to be made, about Ali,” Salli said. “It might be best if we discuss that now, so there won’t be any needless confusion when her brother Lu becomes legally involved.”
“Ah, yes,” Razi said. “Though we could have done that over the com if need be.”
“I think face to face is much preferable in situations like this.” Salli turned to Zaker, who doing her furniture imitation along the wall, much as Ali once had. “Zaker, please flag down Nari and have her bring tea and biscuits for us while we discuss things. Then double-check the CP locks on my and Ali’s rooms.”
“There’s an alarm set to go off if they’re tampered with, Lady Salli,” Zaker noted, raising an eyebrow at the request.
“Do it anyway, please. For my peace of mind.”
Zaker shrugged and touched her forehead in salute, heading out of the door.
“If you’ll be patient, Nari should be along shortly,” Salli told the others. “No sense in starting only to be interrupted.”
( Salli channels her inner Agatha Christie )
