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Early evening of Wednesday; Valmont and Hermia's apartment

It's been a bright day today, herald of spring, snow gone, and with the knowledge of a changing season I find myself thinking of weddings - or more specifically my own. I know Hermia would like a wedding on a bright, mild day with flowers in bloom, and I would like that too. Perhaps it is time to start thinking about setting a date.

We also have less pleasant business to discuss. It's been a week since I saw Wanda, and I know I should - must - tell Hermia, but it has been hard to bring up. It is hardly the thing one discusses over dinner - "by the way, darling, our friend is pregnant by the Devil. Could you pass me the potatoes?" - and with work and looking after Alice and various social obligations we haven't had time for serious discussion lately.

That and I have been avoiding it. Come along, Laclos, be a man about it. I think perhaps the main problem is that I can hardly believe it's true. It seems like a horrible sort of dream rather than anything real(and I have had a few of those lately, strange tangled nightmares of Hermia or Alice hurt or missing, a dream where we pulled Wanda out of the river, skin white as snow, and a nightmare about Tez I would rather not dwell on at all). But Hermia must know.

She will be home from the library soon, and so I boil water for tea and wait for her.

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Early evening of Wednesday; Valmont and Hermia's apartment

It's been a bright day today, herald of spring, snow gone, and with the knowledge of a changing season I find myself thinking of weddings - or more specifically my own. I know Hermia would like a wedding on a bright, mild day with flowers in bloom, and I would like that too. Perhaps it is time to start thinking about setting a date.

We also have less pleasant business to discuss. It's been a week since I saw Wanda, and I know I should - must - tell Hermia, but it has been hard to bring up. It is hardly the thing one discusses over dinner - "by the way, darling, our friend is pregnant by the Devil. Could you pass me the potatoes?" - and with work and looking after Alice and various social obligations we haven't had time for serious discussion lately.

That and I have been avoiding it. Come along, Laclos, be a man about it. I think perhaps the main problem is that I can hardly believe it's true. It seems like a horrible sort of dream rather than anything real(and I have had a few of those lately, strange tangled nightmares of Hermia or Alice hurt or missing, a dream where we pulled Wanda out of the river, skin white as snow, and a nightmare about Tez I would rather not dwell on at all). But Hermia must know.

She will be home from the library soon, and so I boil water for tea and wait for her.

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