{ ♢ } " Did's I hear that there is a king lurkin' about here? Might you escort me's to your royal highness, doll?" The Potoroo insisted rather rudely wearing a devious grin over his lips as he wrapped an arm around Megan. Sebastian wasn't in any condition for visitors in his current state.
Megan frowned. Sebastian still wasn’t very hopeful about his situation He kept calling himself a king out in public, and it must have reached this weasel person’s ears as well. She had a bad feeling about this weasel, though. It seemed he might be part of a gang. The Mafia? She gulped, remembering Blood Dupree. She didn’t want to be involved with the Mafia ever again.
“I’m sorry.” She frowned, eyeing the arm around he wrapped around her. “My husband’s not fit for visitors right now.” She paused, thinking of a way to dissuade him. “He’s not feeling very well..It might be contagious to others.” She lied that he had a disease. But the threat of infection usually put a damper on the plans of people who wanted to see him.
“Mr. Weasel, why are you so curious anyway...I’ve never seen you around here before.”
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