Well, you'd think they had, but the novelty never wears off, does it? Particularly not with the size of the bite Richard left on her, which has hardly failed to escape Susan's notice. Sure, Salome can put concealer on it, but the old banshee's keen eye can spot a discolored patch of skin from a mile away. And though she's not particularly concerned with what the girl is usually up to--it's no business of Susan's, after all, the kid's almost seventeen, she can be trusted to attend to herself--she's insatiably nosy. Besides, even if they're not actually related, she still has some investment in the girl's development.
After all, Salome is the best ally, the finest weapon, the most reliable insurance, and the most useful spy that a woman could ask for.
While the coffee maker fills the oh-so-chic little kitchen with its murmur, Susan leans back against the counter with a broad grin. "So, are we excited for our birthday? Are you going to run around all over town with your little boyfriend? I hope you were careful about hiding that," she taps the side of her own throat, "from your father, I can't imagine he'd be pleased to know his pride and joy was sneaking out to get up to mischief with some unknown gentleman caller." Her green eyes curve with her grin, almost glowing in that Universal Studios horror movie monster way as she sits down across from Salome and leans in conspiratorially. "What's he like? Is he in your grade? Older?"
Her level of interest is almost ominous; even moreso because it's genuine. It's lucky you don't have an actual boyfriend for her to steal, Salome, because she's a terrible bitch of a mother like that.
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After all, Salome is the best ally, the finest weapon, the most reliable insurance, and the most useful spy that a woman could ask for.
While the coffee maker fills the oh-so-chic little kitchen with its murmur, Susan leans back against the counter with a broad grin. "So, are we excited for our birthday? Are you going to run around all over town with your little boyfriend? I hope you were careful about hiding that," she taps the side of her own throat, "from your father, I can't imagine he'd be pleased to know his pride and joy was sneaking out to get up to mischief with some unknown gentleman caller." Her green eyes curve with her grin, almost glowing in that Universal Studios horror movie monster way as she sits down across from Salome and leans in conspiratorially. "What's he like? Is he in your grade? Older?"
Her level of interest is almost ominous; even moreso because it's genuine. It's lucky you don't have an actual boyfriend for her to steal, Salome, because she's a terrible bitch of a mother like that.