Very Early Friday Morning, The Fourth Sin

[deadly_little]

Miho sat behind the Sin's front desk, in case any stragglers came in looking for a quickie before dawn and the close of business hours. She was engaged in her version of a phone conversation: Gail talked. Miho listened. Some things were too fast-moving for letters. Miho twirled the phone cord around her fingers and mused that from the

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[mparkerceo]

*ring*

If her father ever found out she was calling a brothel at 11am, her ulcer would be the least of her worries.

[deadly_little]

Miho tossed a duffel bag over the landing, hoping the robes she'd packed on the bottom would cushion its fall, then ran the rest of the way down the stairs as the phone rang. It was highly unlikely anyone else was up yet, and she didn't want to bother them. So she grabbed the phone and said, "What?"

[mparkerceo]

Parker frowned, having expected to get Becky. Cautiously she asked, "Miho? It's Parker."

[deadly_little]

Miho sighed. "//Did you leave your underwear?//"

[jarodpretends]

Jarod entered the kitchen and began making a pot of coffee, trying to wake himself up before his morning workshop.

[deadly_little]

Miho came into the kitchen and started pulling swastikas out of the drawing of Radio Girl on the kitchen wall. She might need them, after all, and she supposed it was about time for it to come down now, anyway. She couldn't remember anything Radio Girl had said about her recently that would warrant a stabbing.

[lesssexthanmiho]

Becky hadn't gone to bed yet, of course.

"Why do you need those?"

[deadly_little]

Miho gave her a significant look.