“You must have some werewolf in you,” Julia said. “How do you feel about what happened earlier today?”
It appeared that Julia was done beating around the bush. In a way, Clara preferred the diversion as it allowed her to hyperfocus on a task at the expense of her own emotions.
“Mortified,” Clara confessed.
“Must be one for the record books,” Julia began. “Old enough to be my great-grandmother.”
“…I’d add two or three greats to that.”
“Damn! Are you older than Evelyn?”
“You’d have to add about a dozen greats to mine…”
“So she’s robbing the cradle with a great-great-great-great-great-grandmother?”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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