Noir (Part 6)

I was unable to hide my joy. “Of course, it all makes sense now.”
“Excuse, me?” the woman seemed confused, “what was that?”
“Nothing, sugar lips. Continue your little story there.”
Again, she continued, and again I drowned out the noise that came from those beautiful red lips. Eventually, she got up, and I took that as a sign that she was getting ready to leave. As she walked out the door, I took hold of her arm.
“What was your name, darling?” I asked.
“Marlene.” She replied, “Marlene Octavius Mahoney.”
“Are you aware that your initials are…”
“Mom?” she interrupted, “yes, I’m aware. But, here,” she pulled a piece of paper out from her bag, “Do something. Stop me before it’s too late.”
She left. There was something different about this girl. She seemed to be more convoluted than a crystal ball with a crack in the side, leaking all over the place. Of course, I had no idea what she had been talking about.

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