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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 95 of 307 "Really? Where?" My mom's lips tightened. The conversation took a turn she had not predicted. I am Ninth-of-Nine Nephi. I am Nephi, Ninth of Nine. It is biblical. My mother has procreated enough for all the rest of us and we know it. She knows it. She feels it is her right as the grand procreator to control each one of us. I am the only one of us who lives within a hundred miles of her. But she doesn't even know who I really am. She wouldn't like me very much if she did. "Just a trip." Lying to my family has become almost second nature to me at this point. "The school didn't have any classes for me this summer. I've got a little saved up. I'm tidy and frugal-. I'm taking a trip." "Would you like some lemonade, Sweetie?" CHAPTER 17 When I got to Steve's place I saw he had four, different, small gun safes opened on the coffee table. Each safe was specific to the gun, so that each gun rested snuggly in the cushioning that had been cut out to fit it. I stood admiring them. "Pick the one that speaks to you," he smiled. There was a black SIG-Sauer P-226 nine millimeter that I had actually always wanted to fire. |