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Karma

 

Tracilyn George

©2019 Tracilyn George

1

 

Adrian Campbell stood six feet even with long ebony hair and coffee-colored eyes.  His dark skin tone showed signs of wear, aging him more than his twenty-five years.  Adding to his ominous persona was the constant scowl upon his face.

 In contrast, at five feet two inches, his wife, Lilith, looked feeble next to her towering husband.  Her copper-colored hair framed her ivory skin, which made her appearance even paler.  

Her blue eyes showed little emotion.  Those who saw Lilith witnessed a hollow shell; a shell that had been years in the making.

 Adrian’s dark brown eyes turned black as he glared at the newborn sleeping in her bassinet. His dark skin tone was beet red with rage. The fair-haired girl turned out to be a bitter disappointment.

 He and his wife did not take risks to end up with a daughter. The couple had counted on having a boy with dark features like Adrian.  

 “What the hell are we supposed to do with that?” Lilith asked in disgust as she pointed to the infant. Her cornflower blue eyes stared through the glass at the baby she had a few hours prior.

 Her husband scowled as he shrugged.  “I have no idea,” Adrian replied, his voice seething.  “All I know is we can’t send it back.”

 Lilith cursed both her husband and her child. Why did she allow herself to get into this situation? How was Adrian able to talk her into doing what they did?

 Don’t blame me for this,” he responded.  “You went along with it from the beginning and I don’t recall you objecting to the plan.”

 Lilith shot an evil look in her husband’s direction. How dare he say such a thing to her! He knew full well she had second thoughts and tried to talk him out of it.  

“It doesn’t matter now,” he seethed.  “We did it and now we’re stuck with the consequences.”

 “We can always leave it on the doorstep. They were the ones who cheated us out of a son.”

Adrian pondered the idea for a moment.  “I doubt very much they’d see having a girl as any kind of punishment. If anything, they’d see it as a reward.  Well, we can’t reward them for their bad behavior.”

His entire body trembled with resentment and anger. He shook his head.  “No,” he continued.  We’ll keep the little piece of shit. We may be able to use it our advantage.”

“In what way?” Lilith asked.  “How can it be any of any use to us?”

Adrian smirked.  “We may be able to make money off it. Maybe from the one responsible for this fiasco. I’ll have to give it some thought first. I have to figure out the best way to make the most of it.”

Lilith didn’t push the subject. The less she knew, the better off she was.

2

 

Edmund Barrett sat quietly in his dressing room. He preferred to socialize as little as possible with his game show co-stars. 

The panelists of Right or Wrong did not realize he was the reason the show had been a success for so long. Edmund understood when to turn on the charm and connect with the audience.

Other than a handful of people, he had no friends and he preferred it that way.  People irritated him and he had no patience for their idiosyncrasies.

He muttered under his breath as he heard the call to the stage. If it wasn’t for the money, Edmund wouldn’t be doing the show.

“Why weren’t you out here sooner?” asked Jeannine Thompson.  “There’s a pretty little girl in the audience who wanted to me you.” His blue eyes squinted, glaring at his co-star.

 “Don’t be like that,” she told him.  “Just go say hi to her. She’s the little strawberry blonde in the first row.”

Edmund turned towards the audience. His eyes instantly focused on the eight-year-old, smiling shyly. Something about her softened his mood. He strolled over and knelt before her.  “Hello, darlin’. What ‘s your name?”

“Karma,” she replied. He raised an eyebrow. Edmund had never heard such an unusual name. He wondered how she came about having it.

“My parents said it was karma I existed. I don’t know why they said that. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you, I’m going to marry you when I grow up.”

For the first time in years, Edmund smiled with genuine joy.  “Really? I think you can do better than an old crank like me.”

The girl turned red, giggling. Her green eyes sparkled.  “You’re not a crank,” she said.  “You just need someone who truly loves you.”

Her last statement caught him off-guard. He could feel his icy heart melt a little. He sensed young Karma understood things most adults couldn’t. Edmund began feeling the girl had a bright future ahead of her. She definitely deserved better than the likes of him.

Jeannine grinned as he took his seat at the panelists’ desk.  “Oh, Eddie Barrett, I do believe that little girl done stole your heart.”

Edmund turned dark red.  “Well, I don’t know about that,” he replied, chuckling.  “Although I am flattered, she said she was going to marry me when she grows up.”

“I think she meant when you grew up,” Ronnie Parker piped in. The movie producer couldn’t keep himself from rubbing the actor the wrong way.  “Plus, I think she’s too good for you.”

Edmund’s reputation in Hollywood was not the best. Those who worked with him often complained of his bad attitude and unwillingness to compromise. The panel felt the shift in Edmund’s personality. They hoped whatever spell the child put on him would stick.

When the host, Phil Greene, walked on to the set, he immediately focused on Edmund. Phil gave him a roguish grin.  “So, I heard you had a proposal of marriage. When ‘s the wedding?”

“In about 10 years,” Edmund replied, his blue eyes twinkling.  

“Waiting on you to grow up, is she?” Phil questioned.

“That’s what I said,” Ronnie told him. The audience roared with laughter.

Edmund turned to Karma and winked.  “That’s what she advised me,” he replied, smiling.  “But, she’s willing to wait.”

“Do you know what she told me?” Jeannine added.  “That little one is going to be a doctor. She wants to be a pediatrician, just like my husband.”

Phil looked at the girl in amazement.  “Brains and beauty, huh? That’s a dangerous combination. I think you’re too good for this doofus.”

“That’s what I said,” Ronnie repeated.  “She can do a lot better.”

When Phil saw Karma becoming uncomfortable with the playful banter, he put a quick stop to it.  “Let’s get on with the game,” he suggested.

3

 

Francisco grew up in Combarro, Spain.  As the only son of Enrique and Blanca Rodriguez, his parents and older sisters treated him as a gift from God.  

The boy never lacked in love and affection.  His parents, although strict, doted upon their six children.  Frank appreciated the morals Enrique and Blanca instilled in him as well as the teachings of the Catholic Church.  

He loved attending Sunday school and hearing the stories from the Bible.  He loved imagining how his life might have been if he had lived during those times.  

“You must stop living in this fantasy land of yours,” his mother scolded.  “It won’t lead you anywhere.  You must focus on finding work to put food on the table.”  

His father agreed.  “Yes, my boy.  Childhood play acting is one thing, but not as a career.  

I know we have little to offer in our little village, but you will do okay as a fisherman.  The Rodriguezes have gotten by for generations as fishermen.” 

“But, I don’t want to just get by, Papa.  I want to do more with my life than just fish.  It’s an honorable profession, Papa.  I just can’t do it.”  

Enrique’s look of disappointment broke Frank’s heart.  He never wanted to hurt his parents.  He longed to do something big with his life and make them proud.  

“We will always be proud of you,” Blanca assured him.  “All we ask is for you to be sensible about things.  

“It’s almost impossible to be a movie star, even if you just worked here in Spain.  Please, my darling son, think about what you want to do.  I can’t spend the rest of my life worrying about you.”  

Frank gave his mother a peck on the cheek, promising her he’d be fine.  When he turned eighteen, he set sail for the United States in his quest to fulfill his dream.  

Despite outward appearances, Frank had misgivings about moving to America.  He feigned confidence to prevent adding to his parents’ nervousness.  He knew if he did, it would increase to his own mounting stress.  

He arrived at Ellis Island still in awe upon seeing the Statue of Liberty as she stood proudly in New York Harbor, shining her light to those coming to her shores.  Frank understood he had a difficult road ahead of him, but he thrived on working hard and proving himself worthy.  

He took whatever job he could to make ends meet.  He enjoyed his time as a busboy; it offered him the opportunity to meet influential people in the entertainment industry.  After three years, a talent scout spotted him and offered him a walk-on part in an off-Broadway play.  Frank accepted the job without hesitation.  

The small part led him to other talent agents noticing him and getting bigger roles.  He wrote his parents each week; updating them on his progress.  

While they still had worries about his decision to be an actor, they voiced their delight in his accomplishments.  They accepted their son following his heart.  He breathed easier knowing his parents gave him their blessing.  

Frank moved to Los Angeles in 1945 to pursue a movie career.  His time in the theater provided him with an impressive resume.  

He arrived in Hollywood at the right time.  The Latin Lover craze had the public demanding for more swarthy actors and Frank fit the bill.  At six feet one inch with dark features and a broad chest, women swooned for him.  

Francisco Rodriguez enjoyed his status as a matinee idol and the perks that went along with it.  He had his choice of beautiful women and invitations to exclusive clubs.  

Until he saw a billboard featuring a stunning redhead, he realized he wanted more than just a quick fling.  The woman’s blue eyes entranced him and he knew he’d be with for the rest of his life.

4

The sound of the phone ringing woke Patrick from a deep sleep.  Calls in the middle of the night meant only one thing; a murder had occurred somewhere in Los Angeles.  

“Rodriguez!” boomed the voice on the other end of the line.  “There’s been a body found near the Circus Club.  We need you to investigate.”  

Patrick recognized the club as a hangout for the gay and lesbian community.  The detective lost count of how many times they had called him to break up disturbances at the bar as a beat cop.  The skirmishes were often between straight and gay clientele feeling as if the other party had wronged them.  

In the early days, very few of the brawls ended up in death.  Ten years later, murders had increased in the area by a significant number.  

Even though Patrick wasn’t homosexual, he understood the plight of the non-heterosexual group.  He treated all parties concerned with compassion and thoughtfulness which resulted in resolving issues with few arrests.  Now, he had to make his way to another senseless homicide.  

He let a breath of exasperation as he walked to one of the police officers on scene.  “What do we have, Brooks?” he asked, his face emotionless.  The officer explained the victim was approximately 22 years of age, killed by a shot to the head.  “Any ID?”  Sergeant Brooks shook his head.  

“Nada,” he replied.  “Whoever shot him made sure we couldn’t give the young man a name.”   

Patrick nodded in agreement. “Or notify his next of kin.  Do we have any witnesses?”  The officer pointed toward a small group hovering near the club entrance.  “Thank you, Brooks.”  

He strolled to the half-dozen men and women waiting with nervous energy.  “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.  I appreciate your sticking around to talk to us.  What can you tell me about the guy who killed this young man?”  

Each witness gave him the same description.    The gunman was an older white male, about 45 to 50 years of age with brown eyes and gray hair.  He stood approximately six feet tall with a stocky build.  “Have any of you seen this man before?”  

All, but one shook their heads no.  Twenty-three-year-old Simon Johnson stated he saw the man at the Sugar Shack a couple weeks prior.  “What made him stand out to you?”  

Simon took a deep breath.  “All of us at the Shack noticed how he was trying to act gay.”  

“Acting gay?”  Young Simon nodded.  He explained gays and lesbians could sense whether or not someone was straight.  The mysterious older man seemed to try too hard to fit in with the crowd.  

“He was being too gay?  Is that really a thing?”  Patrick didn’t think anyone could be too gay.  

“Oh, you can’t.  But, this guy though; he gave off a bad vibe.  Those of us who spoke with him knew he was a fake.”  

Patrick took notes as he continued to interrogate the witness.  “Did this man give you a name or a number?”  

“He did.  Just a first name though.  He told me his name was Joseph, but he went by Dre.  We asked why, but he wouldn’t give us a reason.  The phone number he gave me turned out to be a phony.”  

Patrick twisted his mouth, his gut telling him the young man was holding something back.  “If you thought this Dre fellow was not the real deal, why take his number?”   

Simon shrugged.  “I found him sexy despite the act.  My preference is older men.  Most of them have their act together.”  

“Can anyone tell me what led to the murder of this young man?”  

Julie, a twenty-one-year-old blonde, blue-eyed woman answered the question.  “This guy, Dre, had been pestering people all night, making a nuisance of himself.  A couple hours after he came in, he was a drunken mess and trying to pick fights with everyone.”

“At first, we thought he was just hitting on all the guys, but it turned out he had been calling them all kinds of names.  Most of them just walked away except for the dead dude.  He didn’t like Dre’s attitude and being aggressive.”  

“Aggressive how?”  

“Dre kept poking the victim’s chest, spewing all kinds of garbage at him.  The dead guy wanted nothing with Dre and did his best to move away from him.  He decided he needed to leave and Dre followed him to the parking lot.  

The two got into a shouting match.  The dead guy shoved Dre out of his way.  This pissed Dre off; that’s when he pulled out a gun and shot.  The poor guy didn’t have a chance.”  The rest of the group echoed the girl’s testimony.  

“Does anyone know where this Dre lives?”  They all shook their heads.  Dre appeared out of nowhere and disappeared as quickly.  

“So, no one saw which direction the suspect went?”  Again, the group had no idea.  Everything happened so fast, they took no notice of him.  Patrick had a tough road ahead of him to solve the case, but as always, he accepted the challenge.

5

 

Lilith watched in horror as Adrian beat their new puppy to death. She couldn’t comprehend why her husband thought it necessary to kill the helpless animal. 

“How you talked me into getting the fucking thing is beyond me.”

Lilith stood defiant.  “It was your decision to get the dog. You were the one who wanted to protect our home, such as it is.”

She knew she’d face the consequences of talking back.  She spent enough time with him to know he’d react badly to insubordination.  Lilith saw how Adrian treated his lackeys who failed to live up to his expectations or cheated him out of money.  

Their first violation resulted in a beating; the second would be their last.  Adrian made certain they could no longer function as normal human beings.  “And neither will you if you keep questioning me.”

To prove his point, Adrian turned and swung. He hit Lilith square on her chin, knocking her off her feet. She landed hard on the floor, her neck reverberating off the hardwood.

Lilith reached for her scalp, feeling the blood oozing from the back of her head. She moaned as she placed her head back onto the floor.

Adrian reached down, grabbed his wife by the throat and pulled her to her feet. Her husband’s face was scarlet with rage.  “How can you be so fucking stupid?” he yelled.  “You have the audacity to talk back to me after witnessing what I did to that fucking dog?”

Lilith screamed in pain when Adrian shoved her against the wall. He maintained his grip on her throat. His black eyes glared into her blue ones. She had convinced herself she was used to her husband’s torments. Yet, here she was, terrified of him.

“That’s because I make sure you remember what I can do to you,” he sneered, tightening his grip. Lilith’s face turned purple with lack of air. Lilith knew he bruised her throat just by the throbbing pain she was experiencing.

The woman didn’t know how long she could withstand her husband’s perpetual abuse. She feared leaving him as much as she feared staying with him. Lilith knew her husband had ways of finding out where she was.

She found herself in a no-win situation. It didn’t matter what she did. Lilith believed she would not survive the relationship.

“That’s right and don’t you forget it.  I have spies everywhere.  They have no problem snitching on anyone.  How do you think I know about those losers who cheat me?”  

Lilith gave him a look of smugness.  “What makes you so sure they’re telling you the truth?  They could rat out others to cover their own crimes.  Have you thought about that?”  

Adrian released his grip, grabbing her hair before she fell.  He yanked her head back, scowling.  Her husband despised having anyone throw the obvious back into his face.  “Look, bitch, mind your own fucking business.  You’ll live longer.”  

Adrian slammed her against the wall, knocking her unconscious.  She woke to a pounding head and an empty house.

 

 

6

 

Édouard and Sophie Villeneuve ran a successful catering and restaurant company in Pasadena.  They moved from Calais, France in the mid-1910s in pursuit of a better life in America.  Southern California proved to be ideal for them with the mild weather and almost constant sunshine.  

The residents of the LA area loved the rich French food served in their restaurant, La Coq Au Vin Du Sophie.  None of them questioned the overpriced dishes on the menu.  

To them, money meant nothing more than a way to show prestige and prove they were above the rest of society.  Édouard and Sophie fit in with the upper class of Hollywood and loved catering to their every whim.  

Because their focus on their clients took most of their time, they had little left for their six children.  The youngest, Estee, wished they gave her more than just a passing look.  Her older brothers and sisters appeared to take it in stride, but she longed for affection from her parents.  

“They can’t, ma seour,” Mathieu told her.  “It’s not that they don’t want to; they just don’t know how.”  

Estee could not accept this explanation.  They had the ability to show attention to their clientele, but not to their own flesh and blood? 

“No, Mattie; I believe they simply don’t want to love us.  We’re a liability to them, nothing more.  I think they had us as their duty to the Church.”  Her brother wanted to disagree, but found no argument to the contrary.    

“Because you know I’m right.”  The sixteen-year-old stood defiant in her stance.  Her blue eyes threw blades at her brother.  In her head, she decided she needed to leave as soon as she could.  

“And where would you go?  What would you do?”  

Estee huffed.  People often told her she could model and several agents had approached her in the past year.  At five feet ten inches, flowing red hair, slender build, and soft features, Estee had the qualities fashion designers looked for in their models.  

Mathieu doubted his sister could make it in the world of fashion.  “If Maman and Papa can come to America to follow their dreams; who am I to not follow mine?  They succeeded, so why can’t I?”  

Her brother sighed in frustration.  Once his sister had set her mind on something, no one could change it.  “Are you calling me stubborn?”  

“Yes, I am.  You always have been.  I don’t have any idea where you could have gotten your stubborn streak.”  

“Really?  Have you even met our parents?  You don’t think I’ve inherited their dogged determination?  Have you never considered they were successful because of their stubbornness?”  

Mathieu took a deep breath.  Estee had a way to have the final word and pointing out things others should have found obvious.  He threw up his hands as he walked away.

7

 

When Edmund saw Estee with Frank, his dislike for him intensified.  The thought of his beloved Estee with the Spanish actor angered him.  

Why would she choose Frank over him?  Edmund could be as charming as his nemesis and he believed his Irish lilt was twice as enchanting as his rival’s Spanish accent. 

“Or maybe she took an instant dislike to you,” his friend, Robbie, advised him.  “Just like you did with Frank.  That, or you’re just not her type.”  

Edmund slammed his fist on the table.  Not her type?  How could that be?  He had the exact qualities Frank possess.  

“Except his even-temper, his height, dark features, and muscular body.”  Edmund scowled at Robbie for pointing out the obvious.  

“Plus, I heard she’s a devout Catholic; something that you aren’t.  You wouldn’t stand a chance with that fact alone.”  

He hated to admit it, but Robbie had a point.  Edmund had stopped going to church years ago.  He found the church too restrictive and condescending.  He hated being in restraints and did everything in his power to free himself from the chains.  

Even when it came to the Merchant Marine, he realized he put his job in jeopardy subconsciously.  He loved being part of a team, but despised having to obey orders.  “But, you take orders from directors.  How do you explain that?”  

Edmund huffed.  “Directors don’t give orders; they give directions.  Two totally different concepts.”  

Even though Robbie knew they were the same; arguing with Edmund would do him no good.  No one could change the man’s mind once he made it.  “Frank doesn’t deserve her.  He doesn’t recognize she’s a queen and deserves a proper king.”  

Robbie snorted.  If his friend continued with the delusion of being with Estee, he’d find himself in trouble.  “Trouble for what?  For expressing my love for a beautiful woman?”  

Robbie shook his head in frustration.  Showing love for anyone wasn’t against the law, but Estee didn’t reciprocate the same feelings.  

Despite Edmund’s protests to the contrary, Estee was not about to leave Frank for his friend.  Edmund could insist all he needed was time with her so he could convince her to love him; it was not going to happen. 

Robbie knew Estee and there’d be no chance in Hell, she’d leave her soulmate.  The pair was going to marry within the month and anyone acquainted with them believed they were the most compatible couple they ever met.  

“That’s ridiculous,” Edmund argued, his blue eyes piercing.  “If Estee was with me, everyone would know we were the more compatible pair.  Even our names start with the same letter.”  

Robbie rubbed his temples.  How can he get through his best friend’s obstinate attitude to make him see the truth?  

“C’mon, Edmund; let her go.  She may be the greatest love of your life, but she belongs to someone else.  By all accounts, they’re not breaking up anytime soon.  

“Please, if not for your own sanity, then for those of us who care about you, move on.  There’s someone out there for you.  It’s just not Estee.”  

Edmund grumbled under his breath.  Robbie suspected it a curse against him, but he wasn’t going to press the issue.  The less he knew; the better off he was.

8

 

Lilith grew up the middle child of nine children.  Her parents, Arthur and Golda Frankel, had emigrated from Dusseldorf, Germany in 1936.  With Hitler began gaining power in Germany, they feared the worst and needed to flee Europe before the worst could happen.  

They settled in Upstate New York and began a small bakery on the east side of Buffalo.  While the family didn’t have much money, they made enough to clothe and feed the entire family.  When Lilith came around in 1942, the war in Europe had been well on its way and her parents worried about their families back home.  

Even at a young age, her parents taught their children about the hatred towards the Jewish community and no one had immunity to it.  “But, why do they hate us so much?” Lilith asked.  

She longed for clarification and never had a clear answer.  Despising people of their religion or ethnicity made no sense to her.  

“It makes no sense to anyone in their right mind,” her father responded.  “But, here we are.  It’s just the world today, Ahuva, and we have to accept it.”  

Lilith didn’t want to accept it.  Why should she?  Why was it okay to allow others to discriminate for no reason whatsoever?  Arthur put a hand upon her shoulder and leaned down to look into her eyes.  

“It’s not okay, but there is nothing we can do about it.  Maybe the future holds a more Utopian society, but right now; this is the hand God dealt us.”  Her father’s non-plussed response angered her.  Why would he choose to not fight racism?  

“Because I didn’t leave Germany to fight the same battle here in America!” he hollered.  “Those damned Nazis would have brutally murdered us because of our religion.  

“Why can’t you understand that?  We don’t want to cause harm to anyone.  If we stand up against it, we risk doing just that!”  

Lilith continued to plead with her father.  “But, Papa, we can fight peacefully.  No one needs to have harm come to them.”  

His daughter’s continued insolence angered Arthur.  He taught his youngsters to obey him and any backtalk resulted in harsh punishment.  Of all his children, Lilith proved the only one to rebel against her parents’ authority.  

She clasped her face after Arthur struck her firmly across the cheek.  Tears streaked her pale face as her red, swollen eyes peered up at her father.  “I don’t understand, Papa.  Why can’t we stand up for what is right?”  

Arthur stuck a finger in his daughter’s face.  “Because standing up for the right thing will get people killed.  I’ve seen it with my own eyes, girl, back in Dusseldorf.  Good people who despised what the Fuhrer ended up dead because they tried to protect us Jews.  

“Believe me, Lilith, nothing good comes from doing good.  Let it be, my child.  You’ll be better off for it.”

9

 

Adrian stood in the doorway, waiting for Karma to arrive home from school. The longer he waited, the angrier he became. His brown eyes shot darts as she walked through the front door.

“I did nothing wrong,” she said before her father even spoke.

Adrian grabbed his daughter, pulling her towards him.  “Are you sure about that?” he scowled.  “You didn’t tell a certain actor you were going to marry him?”

Karma knitted her brow.  “What’s wrong with that? He didn’t find fault in my telling him how I felt about him.”

Her father growled as he slammed her against the wall. His eyes turned black with rage.  “Do you really believe Edmund Barrett will marry you? For one thing, he’s far too old for you.

“Second, you’re just a kid with a crush. He’s not stupid enough to take you seriously. Last, but not least, he’s a big Hollywood star.

“You’re nothing to him. I can guarantee you, he’s forgotten about you already.”

Karma wanted to believe Edmund would remember her. In her heart, she knew she made an impression on the cantankerous celebrity. Her father, on the other hand, did not have the same feeling.

She saw by the look on his face, Adrian was about to accuse her of more than just admitting a crush.  “What else did you say to him?” he demanded.

“Nothing. That’s all I told him. I swear.” She braced herself as her father clenched his fist and swung. Adrian grabbed her by the throat before she fell to the floor.  He lifted her over his head, slamming her to the round.

Her head was ringing after it bounced off the hardwood floor. She tried to regain her focus, but her father had other ideas. She cried out in pain as he began brutally kicking her. He screamed profanities at her as he continued to beat her.

“I know you told him about how your mother and I mistreat you. Why else would the police show up at my work and ask about bruises on you?”

“I swear, I didn’t,” she cried through tears.  “I only had a few seconds with him.”

Adrian yanked her up off the floor.  “Long enough for him to see any marks on you.”

She shook her head.  “He couldn’t. I covered everything up.”

Karma didn’t know why she even bothered trying to explain. Neither of her parents ever believed her. They should know she wouldn’t tell anyone.

She always feared the retribution her father was now giving to her. It didn’t seem to matter whether she did anything wrong. One or both of them would abuse her for any crime they imagined she did.

10

 

Lilith began wringing her hands long before arriving at their target’s home.  Her husband’s plan had sounded good when he proposed it, but now she was not so sure.

“It’s too late now to chicken out,” Adrian told her.  “We’re about to go in.”

“We don’t have to do this. If we go now, no one will ever know what we were planning.”

Adrian pointed his gun at her head.  “We’re not backing out now. Don’t even think about doing something stupid.”

Lilith’s stomach

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