She waited for the odours to dissipate before returning her focus to the phone. If she reached out for answers, that meant stepping through a door that was best left shut. That biscuit won’t cooperate unless I repay the favour.
“Heh,” Clara said. “That’s a rather fitting nickname for her.”
Biscuit was slang for a pettable flapper, or more appropriately a hedonistic young lady who would up for some fun. Evelyn certainly seemed to embody many of these elements. Perfect!
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