Page 146 of Seven Oars
“I don’t know, Eze,” Rosamma admitted, but in her heart, she knew.
If she had to do it all over again, she’d heal him again.
“Now that he knows, he’ll suck you dry, like a vampire,” Gro said darkly.
Rosamma shook her head and proceeded to the bathroom stall.
“You’re confusing him with Phex.”
*****
Some time later, Fawn came back. She grabbed some food from the shelf and collapsed onto the pad she rarely used anymore.
She didn’t look well, and she smelled gross of Xorris’BO.
“Have you heard? Massar is kaput,” she informed them.
“We’ve heard.”
Fawn peered at Eze.“How? Do you have a secret radio in here or something?”
“Rosamma went out and saw it happen,” Eze informed Fawn.
“I thought you didn’t like to go out, Rosamma. Maybe you shouldn’t,” Fawn said indifferently and chewed.“I saw his body. Terrible. The Striker ended him. He didn’t mess around.”
She poked her temple with her index finger to mimic the rod.
It was clear that Fawn didn’t know why Massar had died; just that he had.
Rosamma cleared her throat.
“Are you going to stay for a while, Fawn?” she asked more sharply than she intended.
“What’s in it to you?”
“Nothing,” Rosamma quickly said.“Just asking.”
“I’m hungry and thirsty, and I think I’m gonna wash. Haven’t done that in a while.” Fawn giggled.
“Did you sleep with Massar?” Eze asked, distaste written all over her face.
Fawn didn’t seem bothered.“No. He never tried. Too fucked up in the head with blood and bodies. I think he had an ED from it, if you know what I mean.”
“You used to think they were all eunuchs,” Gro pointed out.“But the truth is, not every male here wants you, Fawn.”
“Yes, they do,” Fawn said with confidence.
“Even the Striker?”
Fawn waved her hand.“The Striker is also fucked up in the head, but differently. He doesn’t count.”
“And Esseh?”
Fawn sighed.“Esseh wanted Sassa. So he doesn’t count either.”
“And Galan?”
“He counts! Except Anske doesn’t allow him to fuck anymore. She says it ruins his concentration.” Fawn finished the jerky and threw the wrapper on the floor.“I’m going to wash now. My head’s killing me. Damn him, Thilza capped my smoke allowance.”
