wormwood, pt. 26

I'm going to shoot for weekends for feeding you wormwood.

Rosalind hung up the phone and turned back to the window, tapping her foot restlessly. After a moment, she turned back. "Winston needs help, apparently."

Nicole lifted her head. "So you have a plan then?"

"Not as such, no. But once we have his location I'll think of something. Goals are important. You've got to have goals."

"That's, uh--"

"Winston can take care of himself. Says he's found a friend who'll take us all off to sea in a boat, and save us from living forever in a little shop downtown."

"You don't sound too sure."

"Mind you, I do love the little shop."


"Just thinking of everything that could go wrong, and this is before I've even started planning. This isn't going to end well at all."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Her phone beeped. "That'll be Winston telling us where he is. Smoke 'em if you got 'em. We've got some planning to do."

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