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“Whatever,” he muttered.

She kept laughing even as she drank, which meant she started choking.

Christ, his wife was a goof.

But fuck, he loved her.

Track 9

Rock Chick Reawakening

Batman

Marcus

“Where’s my wife?” he asked Conchita, their housekeeper, when she poked her head out of one of the rooms as he walked down the hall of his home.

“Upstairs, Mr. Sloan. Your bedroom.”

He nodded and headed that way.

He heard the voices before he got there because the door was open.

But he knew they were there because of the car that was outside.

So he stopped in the door, rested his shoulder on the jamb and just stood there, watching.

His wife was on the bed. She had one of her marabou trim robes on, the blue one. She also had her hair held back in a wide, white band and her face covered in something purple.

Roxie was also there. She too was wearing one of Daisy’s robes, without marabou, and her face was covered in something white.

Last, Annette was there. It was no surprise she picked a marabou robe, and she had on a pair of Daisy’s high-heeled, feathered slippers, even though they didn’t fit her feet, so her heel was hanging over an inch. Her face was covered in something green.

All three were in a line on their backs, their legs straight and up, heels resting on the headboard.

Daisy was speaking. “It drains the nodes.”

“What nodes?” Annette asked.

“I don’t know what nodes, sugar, I’m no doctor. I just know, you sit like this for a good ten, twenty minutes, the swelling in your feet goes down,” Daisy shared. “And it also feels good. Energizing-like. But in a relaxing way.”

“Though, the swelling’s not gonna go down so much your size eights change into Daisy’s size sixes,” Roxie warned, clearly referring to Annette’s feet in the slippers.

“I know I should care that probably some birds lost their lives for these feathers, but I feel like such agirlin them,” Annette declared. “It’sphat.”

“I hear that, sister,” Daisy said. “I got a strict rule. Feathers, but no fur. I know birds got rights too, but a girl’s gotta draw the line somewhere and still get her pretty things.”

A rule, one of many, Daisy lived by.

“Don’t tell Jason I wore this robe,” Annette ordered.

Annette’s partner was a vegetarian.

Marcus heard his wife’s extraordinary laugh. He also, like always, felt it in the left side of his chest.

“Your secret’s safe with us,” she assured.

“I can feel my face morphing,” Annette announced. “It’s like I’m ten years younger already.”

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