Chapter X
Spoken Intentions
“Unspeakable Intentions recommended it to me,” said Lisanne, sitting down upon the leather sofa, a bulb of red wine cradled in her right hand.
Osa, recumbent on the couch, stretched her robe-draped legs across the blonde woman’s lap and sipped from a cylinder of jasmine tea. “Which one’s he? The bassist?”
Lisanne swallowed the floral wine, savored its ghost and shook her head. “Satan’s Amazing Father is the bassist. Unspeakable Intentions plays counterpoint guitar.”
“Is that the shy one—the one with a crush on you?”
“No. Intestinal Noose, the drummer, has a crush on me. Or more precisely had a crush on me that ended the moment you appeared in that cutaway outfit.” Warmed by the memory, Lisanne tipped a splash of wine into her mouth; spices pricked her pala
