They adjourned for after dinner drinks next to a floor to ceiling window behind Miles’s chair. I wasn’t turned enough to fully see them, so I strained from the edge of my eyesight to catch everything. All I could get were hazy silhouettes against the orange, setting sun, but I still picked up on bits of their conversation, and I knew I was definitely the hot topic. ‘Tramp’ was mentioned a lot. Then ‘slut’. That one got me. I twisted my body underneath the table, managed to swivel until I faced them somewhat, and threw them all a curse.
“Uuuckk ooouuu!”
“Look who’s listening at last,” Mr. Stanton said. “That’s the most attention she’s ever shown.”
“ ‘ock ‘ucker”, I tried to say, then ‘grummpphhed’. Like he would know with his boring, dry lectures!
Miles quickly strode over and threw his
