Scenes From Our Family Vacation, or Bonding Over Investigative Reporting

[mctrillian]

"I hope you understand that the entire time we're here, you're going to have to keep to your role."

Her daughter nods, and Trillian is slightly calmer for it.

"You are mute, but you can hear, and you can play -- you will remain a musician, you are free to act as one, but you are not here with me, you do not know me under any guise, and you are

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[mctrillian]

And that's how I found her. I thought I'd wasted all this time over nothing, but it turns out I'd found Lue Farinelli all along, Random writes furiously, quickly, her neat letters turning to chicken-scratch in order to get the story out without thinking it. So then I told her I thought it'd be best, when victimized like her, when you're someone known for supposedly being so in control of your own world, that it'd be best to speak to the news. Not much news. Just one or two little newsbits every now and then, and --

"Maybe one exclusive to just one reporter?" Trillian is smiling, but it's not just because her daughter found Lue Farinelli -- it's because her daughter seems to have found a friend.

Exactly! She agreed. I'm to introduce you in a couple of days.

"I think that calls for a celebration. Tea?"