Lone Wolf

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TRIXIE SNELLING SEEMED TO BE working up to something over lunch this particular Tuesday, and really just killing time talking about scouring costume stores to find forehead ridges to please a client who liked to be dominated by a Klingon, but she never got to it because I had to take a call on my cell that my father had been eaten by a bear.

“There were those two Klingon chicks in the series where the bald guy was the captain, right?” Trixie asked me, because she knew that I was something of an authority when it came to matters related to science fiction.

“Yeah,” I said. “Lursa and B’Etor Duras. They were sisters. They tried to overthrow the Gowron leadership of the Klingon High Council.” I paused, then added, “Lots of leather and cleavage.”

“I’m okay there,” Trixie said, shaking her head at the useless information I had stored in my head. I wondered sometimes what important stuff gets crowded out when your brain is filled with trivia.

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