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just as detached and casual as Cade. That was the bloody trouble
with fashionтАФno matter what the designers said, one size never did
fit all. The individ-ual drug responses were too different. Well, no
matter. Tomorrow sheтАЩd just increase her dosage. Until she, and not
Cade, was the more casual. The sought after, rather than the
seeker.
The way it was supposed to be.
тАЬCadeтАж Cade?тАЭ
тАЬOh, Suzanne. Do come in.тАЭ
He sat up in bed, unselfconscious, unruffled. Beside him, Flavia
emerged languidly from the off-white sheets. She said, тАЬSuzanne,
darling. I am sorry. We didnтАЩt expect you so soon. Shall I leave?тАЭ
Suzanne crossed the room to the dresser. This was more like it. A
little movement, for a changeтАФa little action. Really, casual was all
very well, but how many evenings could one spend in off-hand
conversation? Almost she was grateful to Flavia. Not that she
would show it, of course. But Flavia was giving her the perfect
excuse to put on an entirely different demeanor. She had rather
missed changing for dinner.
From the dresser top she picked up a string of pearls and toyed
with them, a careful appearance of anger suppressed under a facade
of sophisticated control. тАЬCadeтАж how could you?тАЭ
Flavia said, тАЬPerhaps I had better leave, hadnтАЩt I? See you later,
darlings.тАЭ She activated a V-R dress from her neck-laceтАФeasy
unconstricting lines in a subtle taupe, Suzanne notedтАФand left.
Cade said, тАЬSuzanneтАФтАЭ
тАЬI trusted you, Cade!тАЭ
тАЬOh, rot,тАЭ he said. тАЬYouтАЩre making a fuss over nothing.тАЭ
тАЬNothing! You callтАФтАЭ
тАЬReally, Suzanne. Flavia hardly matters.тАЭ
тАЬтАШHardlyтАЩ? And just what does that mean?тАЭ
тАЬOh, Suzanne, you know what it means. Really, donтАЩt make
yourself ridiculous over trifles.тАЭ And Cade yawned, stretched, and
went to sleep.
To sleep .
Suzanne thought of waking him. She thought of pound-ing on him
with her small fists, of dumping him on the floor, of packing her
bags and leaving a note. But, really, all those things would look
rather ridiculous. People would hear about it, snickerтАж and even if
they didnтАЩt, even if Cade kept her bad taste to himself, there was
still the fact that the two of them would know it had happened.
Suzanne had lost her cool poise. She had been as embarrassing as
Kittery, the season Kittery showed up at a geisha party dressed in
the crude emo-tions of a political revolutionary. Even if Cade were
to keep this incident private, Suzanne winced at the idea of his
thinking her as gauche as Kittery, as capable of such a major
fash-ion faux pas. No, no. Better to let it pass.
Cade snored softly, Suzanne lay beside him, fists clenched,
waiting for winter.
Finally, the new fashions were out! Suzanne went to Paris for the