in the Blue Lotus while her companion watched curiously as the tableau completed itself.

"I wonder what that was about- Kiki?" Lily leaned forward, sudden concern written on her face. "Are you all right?"

Kiki sat silently, unable to think. She felt cold. All the memories of the day of shopping and the feeling of warm camraderie washed from her as the icy feeling of hate invaded her heart.

Robespierre.. She knew that name. Of course she knew that name. She began to curse, quietly in French under her breath. "traître. fils d'une putain. fils hybride d'un chien dégoûtant!"

Lily looked at her with shock.
"Whatever is the matter, Kiki? Do you know that man?"

"Yes, I know him-I... I know his name, anyhow."
The colour was returning to her face, but now it was redding.
"I have lost my appetite. I am sorry, Lily, I have to go. I don't feel well at all" She rose to her feet, shedding her napkin and knocking over the salt in her hurried escape.

She said over her shoulder "I will see you tomorrow, Lily, thank you for the lovely afternoon."

Lily watched her stalk off through the dining room, directing a glare of pure hatred at the man who called himself LeBlanc as she passed.