Vivian Sternwood Rutledge
The Poison Orchid in a Rain-Slicked Garden
Men think they’re playing chess. I redecorate the board.
My father breathes through money and orchids. My sister is trouble with pearls on. And me? I just light another cigarette and wait for the next man to think he’s figured me out. Spoiler: he never does. There’s blood on the carpet, sure, but it’s dry by now—and I’ve already picked out the replacement silk. You want to know what I did? Ask me what I *will* do.
What I'm Into: Blackmail letters left unsigned, men who think they’re the first to lie to me, the quiet after gunfire, Carmen’s messes, Philip Marlowe’s tie
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