Not to put too fine a point on it, but Eden's pissed off. Babe won't even look at her, none of her clothes fit, she needs to shave and Nelson's being just as clingy as usual. She sits on the compound steps, feet stretched out on the sandy soil and Nelson curled up on one thigh. She's smoking her third cigarette in a row
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While she didn't recognize the man, Alice recognized the kitten with him, and she stopped for a moment to stare.
"Does Eden know you've got her cat?" she asked bluntly. Maybe she'd given it away. Maybe Babe had. It couldn't hurt to ask.
But curiosity killed the cat, as they always said...
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"Yes, she bloody does," says Eden, grinning, scratching Nelson between the ears. "Nobody else'd take the little bastard."
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"You know Eden, then? I don't think I've met you before." She eyed the man suspiciously.
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"Nelson likes Babe, but I'm not sure about the other way around. And, yes, Alice, you have. I know all about you and your burgeoning golf fetish."
She looks up, dark hair hanging in her eyes.
"And don't call Babe that."
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Alice stared, her eyes widening.
"......Eden?!"
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"Better or worse?"
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"You're a goddamn man!"
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"Well," she said. "It could be worse." She wasn't sure how, exactly, but she'd think of something. Eventually.
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"Please. Bloody enlighten me."
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"I could've been switched too," she said. "Then I'd still be taller than you. You should enjoy looking down at me while you can," she smirked.
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"I'm having a bad enough morning without you being an arsehole as usual."
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"What happened?" she asked, having to jog to catch up and fall into step with her. She wasn't going to think of her as a him. It probably wasn't politically correct. Like you could apply anything politically correct to this sort of situation. "Did Babe freak out?"
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"Well, I woke up like this and Babe decided to get all 1945 on me." Eden's mouth pinched into a tight line.
"I don't know. Does not being able to look at me count as freaking out, do you imagine?"
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Eden rubs her hand over her jaw again, and doesn't want to talk about how much it hurt, waiting for him to say it. Waiting for him to say it back, when, usually, it was him waiting on her.
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