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Forgot to put up episode 17 here last week, and here it's time for 18.

17: Evidence

"You look happy this morning," said Jed from the depths of a big tufted leather chair.

Mamzelle returned to her boudoir from the balcony. "I am always 'appy at the full moon," she said, settling on her chaise.

"Don't sit down. Bring me my coffee."

She narrowed her eyes to slits, but got up and poured him a cup. "I wonder, 'ow badly this would sting eef I threw it in your face?" she said.

"Go ahead. Then you'd find out how it feels to lose an eye."

"Eet's a rrrhetorical question. I can't hurt you anyway."

"Just remember that," he smiled over the cup's rim.

"I will, even as I eat your liver while you scream for mercy. That is not rrrhetorical."

Jed chuckled. "Keep dreaming, Mamzelle. It's good for the soul, or would be if you had one."

18: Servitude

"It's five minutes till seven, just enough time for you to walk down Main Street like that before my time over you ends, and before it gets too much darker. I don't want you washing your face, straightening your hair or arranging your dress. Let them all laugh at you. Now, get out, you slut!" said Charity. Mamzelle inclined her head, and sauntered out of the room as if she'd been eating tea and cakes in the parlor. Charity aimed one last kick, and missed.

"You should be careful with demon servants!" hissed the housekeeper as soon as Mamzelle was out of sight.

"Mrs Walters, my treatment of that hell-spawned bitch of my husband's is none of your business!"

"But you never know when they'll find a loophole and then you're in a fix!"

"Shut up, Mother!" said Charity, stomping up the stairs.