Beth was even straight up as to why she felt the way she did about the car. I don't need that kind of bullshit.My phone rang again, and it was Sandra....I punched the call off and shut the phone off. I finished my food and drove home, watching to make sure no one was following me. I saw a strange car sitting on the opposite side of the road from our house, but between houses, when I turned into the street that led to my house. There was a lot of room between houses as this was Pinecrest, after. The Republic itself denies the existence of such discrimination, and claims that reforms have essentially wiped out the little discrimination that once existed."Reforms", as if they made a difference.Those reforms didn't prevent the twins from spending their twenties working in a brothel against their will. Had the sisters not been labeled as natives for their tainted blood, the indignities visited upon them would have rightfully been labeled rape, but the constabulary looked the other way. ‘Oww,’ the last blow had missed the table and hit my leg. ‘Oh, I am so very sorry,’ she replied, ‘don’t mind me, I am just being silly.’ ‘No problem.’ ‘I could burn them but this is a non-smoking carriage,’ she started to laugh, hugging me closer. ‘Fifty quid fine either way,’ I pointed out. ‘Know what I would like to do right now?’ This seemed most likely to involve sharp objects and stabbing but I didn’t want to break the mood so I just shook my head. ‘Fuck.’ I had no doubt she was. ’ All of a sudden, Bet remembered her conversation with Roy Arbengast the day before. Turning to the old fossil with a gesture of triumph, she smiled wickedly. ‘Are you Agatha Thwates?’ The old form blinked her eyes for a split second, then sashayed on her heels and sauntered away in the profound darkness. ‘Not in this world.’ Nothing more was said as Bet watched the hunched figure gradually disappear outside of the flashlight’s beam. Her entire body was tingling as she walked back to.