she wanted to use.

“Ugly little thing,” she muttered. “Move.”

She pushed it aside with her slipper.

That was when I started recording.

I stepped outside before she could plug anything in.

Monica jumped when she saw me.

“Eleanor!”

“Back again?”

She looked at the cable in her hand.

Then at my phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Recording you.”

Her face tightened.

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