She looked at him mournfully. Diane seemed more interested in the prestige of her violin skills than in the more sordid subject of her vampirism. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. "I believe he is conscious," she answered. I told them lies. "Keep off, you accursed jade!" roared Jonathan, "—off, I say, or—" And he struck her a violent blow with his clenched hand.
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