In the Marvel Universe, the System Works for a Living
The only inn in town.
The Three Little Pigs Inn.
The bathroom.
Claire looked at Nancy with a knowing smile. "Have you two done it?"
"What?" Nancy had no idea what she meant.
"Oh, don't play dumb." Claire made a fist with her right hand and poked her left index finger into it. "This. Heh."
Well, women talked about dirty things in private too.
Sometimes they got so explicit they could leave men speechless.
Nancy looked a little uncomfortable. "No."
Claire looked Nancy up and down. "That makes no sense. Men love a figure like yours. Has he not brought it up, or don't you want to?"
"We just want to let things happen naturally," Nancy said.
"I don't believe you."
"I..."
"You're hesitating. You're afraid of taking things further. Why?" Claire asked.
Without waiting for an answer, Claire supplied one herself. "Because you're applying to college this fall. You want to leave Black Pine Town and start over in a big city. Are you afraid of hurting Geralt, or of falling so hard for him that you start doubting the future you planned?"
"Sweetheart, I saw a play at school recently. The heroine, Madame Butterfly, said, 'All love fades. You can't hold on to it or stop it from leaving. All you can do is make the most of the present.'"
Claire and Simmons left. Their next job was to spread the news, preferably until everyone had heard it.
Only Geralt and Nancy remained in the room.
Geralt thought Nancy was acting strange.
Strangely cute?
Claire went to the town police station to see her father and told him her friends had found evidence that could prove Thompson's innocence.
As Claire expected, her old-fashioned father didn't believe