Fenestra opened a rather bleary eye and saw her daughter, at the bottom of the stairs, staring at her and Alex, where they lay entwined on the couch. Staring with that disapproving frown that she always seemed to have recently whenever Mother brought a date over or the subject of the conversation was men or sons.
She frowned back and waved her hand toward the kitchen, and Jellia, with a final roll of her eyes went off. Fenestra disentangled herself and padded off to the kitchen to have a talk with her daughter.
“I know, I know,” Jellia said, as soon as she came in, “good business contact and all that.”
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