Clumsy Betrayals

I keep myself attuned for any buzz about monkey boy and any antics that might interfere with my pursuit of minxie since so far he has been persistent in his interference, despite the little arranged distractions. Now it seems the dreary boy was not enamored of Lynx at all and had been using her as much as she had been using him however just as I was thinking ho hum tell me something I do not know my informant did just that.

My ears and eyes in the northside of town just happens to work for the family of monkey boy and although she usually does not have information of great personal import for me today she did as she happened to overhear a rather tantalizing conversation concerning him and minxie.

It appears he was in a confessing mood and professed that he had leapt into his little affair with Lynx for the sole purpose of punishing my sweet for rejecting him, the fact they had an interlude intimate enough to escalate to rejection was indeed news to me. This confession alarmed me so much that I fear some smidgen of my rage must have escaped me for when I subsequently asked my spy what minxie’s reaction to all of this was, she lied through her teeth.

I can always tell when someone is lying and this little pudding lied until her over bleached hair nearly broke off. The only bit of useful information I got out of her was that the meeting appeared to be something of chance which means it certainly was arranged and I can smell the clumsy hand of one Italian fishwife and a double dealing designer. I wonder just what she had dangled in front of Caspar to make him risk having issues with me and I shall spend some delightful hours considering how I shall torture him in return. My spite is eternal as he full well knows, the fool!

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