The Chief looked back, giving her a long, measuring look.
"Is that true, Garland?" Eleanor asked. "That looks like -- like moult."
The Chief wiped his hand across his face, then fished out his cigarettes. "You're both right," he said. He took a moment to light his cigarette, then looked over the assembled group, as though measuring each of them up. "Vaughn Carpenter . . . was a chameleon."
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Re: As You Were - the death
Date: 2020-09-14 11:13 pm (UTC)"Is that true, Garland?" Eleanor asked. "That looks like -- like moult."
The Chief wiped his hand across his face, then fished out his cigarettes. "You're both right," he said. He took a moment to light his cigarette, then looked over the assembled group, as though measuring each of them up. "Vaughn Carpenter . . . was a chameleon."