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“What are you doing here?” One twin tapped her foot.
Ruby and Pixley stood in, or rather blocked, the doorway.
“There you are, Fina,” said Ruby, ignoring the twin’s question. Without invitation, Pixley stepped toward Fina. He lifted her up in one deft movement, made possible by his ‘bulging biceps’, as Fina called them when she wanted to tease him.
While Pixley helped Fina to her feet, Ruby smoothed her hair. “I apologise, but you two ought to be more careful with your recreational beverages. Fina has had this kind of paranoid reaction once before. Remember, Feens? In Barcelona?”
Barcelona? Fina’s brain did feel as if it had been subjected to a mind-altering substance. But one that induced a muddled brain rather than paranoia.
Pixley nodded his head so rapidly his spectacles threa
