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stitches he’d put in your foot.”
    That was another thing, how had
she really cut her foot? She’d told her that she’d walked on some broken glass
that had been knocked out of the door. Had she done it to make her feel sorry
for her? Guinevere didn’t like these games. At least not the ones where she was
in the dark and Ginny had all the answers.
    “You must have told her. He’s not
allowed to give out that information because it’s something to do with patient-doctor
privilege or something. It’s against the law for him to share that stuff.”
    “Not if he thinks it’s his mother.
Why did you have to go to him anyway? There are several hundred doctors in this
area and you had to go to my son?” Guinevere closed her eyes against the pain
in her head. “I know you think you can fool anyone about us looking alike, but
I’ve told you Cain isn’t the stupid one.”
    “I had to see him. Christ, do you
know what it’s like to see that luscious piece of male and not have some of it?
Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had sex?”
    Ginny’s comments tightened the
grip on her already pounding head.
    “You can’t expect me to wait
around here all day long with nothing to do, can you?”
    Guinevere cried out when her head
felt as if it had a vise around it. It took her a few seconds to realize that
her nose was bleeding again. She rushed to the bathroom and pressed a towel to
her face as she glared at Ginny’s reflection in the mirror. She really was
beginning to hate her.
    “You should get that looked at. It’s
a nasty problem you have there.” Ginny laughed as she went away.
    After cleaning up Guinevere went
to the bedroom again and changed. She was becoming more and more convinced that
Ginny was keeping things from her. Without thought as to what the other girl thought
Guinevere went to Ginny’s bedroom and started looking around. Guinevere knew
that she only had a few minutes at most before Ginny came back. She was
searching under the mattress when she felt something deep under it. She pulled
it out when she finally got her fingers around it.
    Money. Lots of it, too, if the
thick plastic was any indication. She fanned the first stack of hundreds and
realized that there was more in this stack than she’d seen in a long while. She
put it back in the bag and stuffed it under the mattress. Now that she knew
about it she had to figure out why Ginny was hiding it and where the fuck she’d
gotten it.
    Sitting in the living room she
pulled her own stash of things out from under the cushion. There wasn’t any
money in her baggies, but there were enough drugs there to do what she needed. And
what she needed was to put Ginny out for a while. For a long while if Guinevere
had any say in the matter. But she knew she couldn’t kill her. Not yet at any
rate. She still needed her.
    Putting her things back under the
seat she sat down and propped her feet up. It was horrible of Jazzie to tell
her that she wouldn’t come over and help. Now she’d have to think of another
way to get the girl over here. Guinevere didn’t know why, but she felt she was
running out of time. She looked around the room and wondered, not for the first
time, how she’d gotten in this mess. Her husband was dead and now her kids, all
of them, were treating her as if she were the bad guy. That money-grubbing
whore Alyssa had caused all this and the sooner she was gone, the better.
    All the bitch would have had to have
done was pay what was owed. Guinevere would have had her family back the way it
was and her Roscoe would be here with her instead of Ginny. He had loved her,
she was sure of it, and not Ginny. Ginny.
    Ginny had begun sleeping with her
Roscoe about a year after The Incident . She’d always referred to it like
that and not what really happened. She still thought about knowing that Ginny
had been there all along, always in the background. And when that had happened,
well, there was no going back.
    It had been the