Again, Julia would have suspected that it was an extremely good disguise, or perhaps someone else wearing her mother's body like a suit, except that s...e was still Trisha. She had the same mannerisms, the same facial expressions (though thickly coated with lust) and, except for the swearing, the same turns of phrase that her mother had always used.As Trisha had wrapped up, she'd even become a bit emotional."I love you, Julia." she'd said, the first sentence since Julia had gotten into the car. What a goddamned nightmare. It wasn’t nearly over yet, either.“Revert my suite to normal, please.” The house she’d slept in nearly every night of her long stay in Arcadia lay safely concealed behind a manipulation field. Ever the sensible mother-figure in her life, Gudrun had insisted on Procurement dismantling the structure during Rebecca/Iris’s stay in the palace, but Rebecca had uncharacteristically refused. She couldn’t suffer the loss of her home for even a night; it had preserved her. Eventually I made it to the entry and climbed inside, moderately wet.I looked around the house, taking it all in. It was two stories with a basement. The basement had a door which led out into the backyard. I realized who ever was going to get the house was lucky, because at that area you could not see the houses to either side. Behind the house was all woods, so totally privacy that way too. It was pretty muddy there right now, but I figured at some point it would be a nice garden area.I. “I was thinking pitched spaceship battles.” Dashawn agreed. “Show me your hand and pitch all of the pink.”“Ah!” I acted like he had shot me. I had two good pink cards.“Chalk.” Hannah beamed smugly, “Thirty-eight! Bam!”They were playing Scrabble. I played, everyone without a black card must lose a card, to no effect. Xiomara stood up to announce her “Barbaric!” second play of the game, hitting the triple word score at the top middle, and dropping all seven tiles.“Nice,” I grinned at her as Pat.