In the recess, someone approached Winter.
.
-"Could you try to be mindful of your language, dear? This isn't some lowlife den of debauchery. Do try to speak as a lady of your station would."
My aunty deary. My dear aunt. The nerve of her! Winter ground her molars to dust, and then some.
"Glad you see it my way."
Jacqueline Schnee kissed her cheek and went to fetch some whiskey.
.
Many would be cowed by her influence.
But few were as inured to her presence as one Specialist Winter Schnee.
She opened her briefcase and dug furiously.
Like a lady? I will show you.
When she found the file for Marie Therese Arc, le petit Sans Gene.
Winter's eye shone with malicious compliance.
.
A hand took the file from her hands.
Her uncle Frank, no other than the Chief of Staff, gave it a look and passed it to James Ironwood.
Uncle James said.
-"She was quite the spitfire, wasn't she?"
.
Frank took into Winter's body language.
-"I will take a stab in the dark and assume my better half said something-" he pressed two fingers to his temple "-….about...crass language ...debauchery…".
He smiled congenially and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"She adores you. Even if she is unable to convey it well sometimes."
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Uncle James coughed.
.
Frank said.
-"Well, plenty of times."