[James is so, so tired. Everything in his body aches after his latest ordeal, and while he's glad that the outcome was not worse than it could have been, it's left an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.
When he receives the email, late at night, he opens it immediately. Reading the contents, he's torn between being blunt and being polite, after all that has happened -- he settles somewhere in-between.]
Mr. Flemming,
Thank you for your email, and thank you for attending the party. Perhaps next time we will have a better chance to speak in person. Regardless, your presence was appreciated, as it always will be.
To the matter at hand. To say that I've noticed "oddities" about Devon would, frankly, be a laughable understatement. Her abilities (and the difficulties they entail) have made themselves known to me on more than one occasion. That you're willing to shed light on these matters comes not a moment too soon.
To answer your question, no. I have not seen a dead infant.
[He wonders how that morbid question is even relevant.]
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When he receives the email, late at night, he opens it immediately. Reading the contents, he's torn between being blunt and being polite, after all that has happened -- he settles somewhere in-between.]
Mr. Flemming,
Thank you for your email, and thank you for attending the party. Perhaps next time we will have a better chance to speak in person. Regardless, your presence was appreciated, as it always will be.
To the matter at hand. To say that I've noticed "oddities" about Devon would, frankly, be a laughable understatement. Her abilities (and the difficulties they entail) have made themselves known to me on more than one occasion. That you're willing to shed light on these matters comes not a moment too soon.
To answer your question, no. I have not seen a dead infant.
[He wonders how that morbid question is even relevant.]