Chapter thirteenYes. Indeed. This was the Kirsty whom San Chandro had spoken of, a cousin to Leone. She was sharp. Very. Her nose was small and with flared nostrils. This was unfortunate, for she seemed always to be wearing a contemptuous expression towards the rest of the world. She’d determined to have the Chasserfic put out of the way for the thing had scared her in a fashion she found unsettling and unpleasant. She was a lady who did not have upsetting experiences happen to her. The Chasserfic had died.
Marveling at the way creation brings forward these different characteristics in people related to one another, for Leone and Kirsty were like the famous chalk and cheese, I put Kirsty out of my mind and cast about for a way out of my predicament.
Here I was, in a fashionable watering
