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Phedre was at the Chapterhouse mostly because she was bored. Alcuin had an assignation, and Jack was still off planet. It wasn't that she was actively seeking a client, but she didn't feel like being alone, and despite her fondness for him, rarely found the other working girls to be particularly good company.
So she sat at the bar sipping her usual vodka tonic, a book open on her lap. Jack often brought her books, usually very old ones, and always real copies rather than data. When she'd seen him just before he left, he'd given her Gone With the Wind, and she felt like she was reading about a completely alien world.
Though she soon decided that Rhett Butler would have been much better off with Bell Watling than that silly twit Scarlett.
So she sat at the bar sipping her usual vodka tonic, a book open on her lap. Jack often brought her books, usually very old ones, and always real copies rather than data. When she'd seen him just before he left, he'd given her Gone With the Wind, and she felt like she was reading about a completely alien world.
Though she soon decided that Rhett Butler would have been much better off with Bell Watling than that silly twit Scarlett.