"LIEFJE!" Poppie cries out when he spots the pile of clothing, lurching toward it with a look of abject sorrow on his face. Unlike Bi Mun (come up behind), or Hamid (slipped in uninvited), or the bodyguard (posed protectively, irrespective his disgrace), the man inclining toward his altered daughter, kneeling by her lab coat, gently parting its lapels to better see what lies between, suspects a tiny bit of flora midst the fabric might be Vina - though his reason for supposing this is scarcely to be gleaned by someone, anyone, save a twice bereft spouse-father.

 

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