Fisherman’s Knot Chapter 16
Content warning for abuse.
Many thanks to @thesnadger for betaing–always, but especially for chapters like this where I throw them at her shouting “I’m too angry at my own villain to tell if this is good! Help me!” She is the best.
Also thanks to @marypsue for helping me work out Serinam’s motivations and the plot snarl I was stuck in so I could stop worrying and actually write this thing.
We Sang Them Up The Beach
“You’re going to a party?”
“Well, not really a party, it’s—”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
Mabel glared out from the laptop screen, hands on her hips.
“We just decided last night, pumpkin,” said Stan, his tone somewhere between soothing and defensive.
“Yeah, but do you know how much I could have done since last night? Grunkle Ford needs a makeover, and Nuala needs an advanced course in Humaning, and where were you planning to get an outfit for her, hmm?”
Stan looked across the table at Ford and gave him a one-shouldered shrug. “At . . . a store?”
Mabel rolled her eyes. “You two are hopeless at fashion. No offense, but I think it’s time to bring out the big guns.”
She pulled out her phone, dialed, and stood there tapping her foot while it rang.
“Yes, hello. Pacifica? We’ve got an emergency!”