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Villanelle was bored. Bored out of her skull, to put it more clearly.
She currently laid upside down on Eve’s couch, head resting on the ground, legs against the back of the couch, feet in the air.
Eve was back at work doing God knows what, and Villanelle was stuck at home under house arrest. Or, as Eve had simply put it: rest, since she was still recovering from a nasty flu.
Villanelle already snooped through Eve’s medicine cabinet, tossed out half of her makeup bag, and set up some trashy TV shows on the DVR for them to watch later that night.
She glanced around the living room from her upside down perch until-- huh, she hadn’t snooped through the downstairs closet yet.
She briskly slid off the couch and went over to it, beginning to paw through the mass of winter coats and thick jackets. She’d have to dispose of most of these when Eve wasn’t looking, Villanelle thought to herself.
Boredom began to strike her once again, as it seemed all the closet had to offer was tacky sweaters and moth balls. As she grabbed a few sweaters from the top shelf in an effort to get rid of them before Eve found out, Villanelle noticed a thick book underneath them. Dropping the sweaters at her feet carelessly, she snatched up the dusty book, which appeared to be a….photo album.
Oh, this must be good, she thought to herself.
She left the closet door half open, sweaters thrown aside, and raced to the kitchen for a bottle of wine to celebrate this occasion--more specifically, to relish in the embarrassing photographs of her one true love.
Villanelle settled on the couch, wine glass in one hand, photo album in the other, and flipped through the pages…
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“Hey, V, I’m home! Where are you?” Eve called out from the doorway. All she heard in response was a faint manic snickering punctuated with hiccups coming from the living room.
Before she could investigate, she noticed her favorite sweaters strewn about on the floor and the closet door flung open…
Oh no .