Angeline hadn't necessary meant to spend several hours chatting with Rosamund Bones but a friend of a friend had invited her and here she was. She didn't dislike the healer, though she found her profession baffling, but she she odd enough that Angel could imagine no good coming from being seen with her by either Bellona or Tig. She was very diverting though and Angel took a brief look at the magazine she subscribed to but would never admit to even knowing the name of.

"I'm not sure why I'll start taking poison at the age of sixty-five," Angeline said with a cocked eyebrow, raising her cup to her lips before a thought struck her. "Perhaps because I'll be sixty-five."

Grinning over her cup at the other girl Angeline looked for a moment like the young lady she was rather than the matriarch she was training to become, and yet her eyes still flickered to the window and scanned the crowd. Just in case.

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time of death: when MJ dropped this heart-stopping set