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ever written. She'd struggled with that letter. It was something she didn't want anyone else to read, ever, but that she'd realized that Chip might have to use to convince people.
She could only hope that no one had gone through that bundle of notes after she'd given it to him.
Now she had to come up with an escape plan.
Twenty minutes later she was once again in her bathroom, water running, discussing it all with Fluff. "I need one as a weapon, Fluff. And I will need a strategy once I get out, to stop them just arresting me. The trouble is, other than the rats and the bats, and Chip, I don't know who I can trust. And I've got to get out of here to save him. They execute people in the military for rape, Fluff."
The little galago looked distinctly worried. "Señorita . . . it is true that I can get the key to the garden equipment shed, but the chainsaw she is too heavy for me to carry to you. No, we will have to try the guile. Escape. Then together we will go out to rescue Señor Chip. He is a gallant soldier, even if he has usurped me from your affections," he said loftily.
"Oh, Fluff! It's not like that!" protested Virginia, hugging him. "Besides, you have so many girlfriends there among the rats . . ."
He stepped back onto the bath edge, pacing it as if it were a catwalk. ,