Alesse sprang from the couch for the second time in as many paragraphs, clutching her head and blinking back crystal tears by sheer force of stubborn will. That had been a particularly awful anddisjointed image of the future just now. Feathery tendrils of her hair whispered away from delicate, pale fingers as she raised her head and snapped, “Woeisme!”
“Yes, Aunt Alesse?” Woeisme asked in a voice of angelic rhapsody.
“Are you pregnant?” came Alesse’s demand.
“I..WHAT?!” Woeisme spluttered, pale pink blush rose like sunlight upon her alabaster skin, “NO!”
“Good!” snapped Alesse, “And don’t sleep with your brother.” A heavy pause broken by the choking sound of Woisme’s indignation came to a conclusion with Alesse’s final word on the subject, “Ever!”
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