Summary: Family ties, Deb at work, pretending, and so on.
Author's notes:
1) Pre-series, or pre-books, or pre-Playful-Killer-Friend, or whatever.
2) The title is stolen from Freddie Mercury; it's so not mine again.
3) Again, I hope it makes sense.
Disclaimer: Dexter Morgan and his deeds don't belong to me, but Jeff Lindsay (author of the books: "Darkly Dreaming Dexter", "Dearly Devoted Dexter", "Dexter in the Dark"), and thank you, I'm absolutely fine with this situation, just playin' around.
The Great Pretender
There must be something in our non-existent common genes: we're working in quite a brother-sister-way, and if it's not shocking enough, sometimes she has to act like me… and almost succeeds for a single second.
It's like this: High heels, short somethings, tight ties (sandals, strings and almost-bras), and a lot of skin… and a desperately not-desperate look in her eyes, when she talks with those men, asks a cigarette, smiles and seduces and curses, and so doesn't-freak-out.
She pretends to be that kind of being I pretend not to be.
And she suspects nothing at all.
The end
