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"I was a fool," Oldbag muttered, fanning her face with her fingers.
Edgey-poo would never be hers. There wasn't enough time left. She couldn't possibly leave him to be a handsome young widow just so some young hussy could sweep him off her feet after she lied cold in the dirt.
However, there was that adoptive father of his... If she squinted hard enough, she could see the resemblance. Perhaps a dashing gentleman with one of those frilly scarves could still be hers.
She took another long sip of her wine, placed the empty glass on the cocktail table, and sauntered over to meet her target.
"Why, if it isn't legendary lawyer man Manfred von Karma. What brings you to this soiree?"
Manfred raised an eyebrow. "You look familiar."
"Do I?" Wendy smiles.
He frowns, stares harder. "You're not with the help, are you?"
Technically he's right. She's supposed to be security for this event, but during a break she's discreetly abandoned her post, switched into the fine dress she's wearing now, and taken her place among the hoo-has and busybodies and so-called betters that make up the guests. What's the difference between her and them, anyhow?
She answers Manfred with a dry laugh. "I'll be frank. I don't see the resemblance."
She moves her hand toward her leg as she speaks, moving the slit in her dress just so, and she sees Manfred's eyes following.
Oh, he's not Edgey, to be so simple, so like other men. But he's probably good for a quickie.
She opens her mouth to say what she's sure will make Manfred hers:
"Do you enjoy cartoons?" Her hands move to reveal the ray-gun she packed on her thigh. Just in case.
Manfred stared, first at her thigh, then shifted his gaze up to her face. One side of his mouth lifted in what Wendy assumed to be a slight smile.
"Of course you do, anyone would. I should let you back stage, maybe we could have some fun." She sidles up to him and flicks at his ruffled scarf. He has the dignity to not bat her away, yet he takes a slight step back.
"Madame, may I request you remove yourself from the vicinity of my person while we are...so exposed."
"EXPOSED! My goodness, I am not some cheeky harlot, for you to accuse me of such a thing, why I should think that back in my day men would have been excited at the prospect but not so forwardyouhavetobeoutof your MIND to think thatIwouldbeexposedinthissituation. Ioughttoshow you what I really am. I was QUITE thecatchinmyday sonny I TELL you.."
She carried on as Manfred stepped away, slowly backing up until he was well on his way outside.