I Am A Genius Of Unspeakable Evil And I Want To Be Your Class - Plot & Excerpts
says Verna Salisbury, running a finger across Sheldrake’s silk couch. “Thank you,” says Sheldrake. “I decorated it myself.” Actually, I decorated it myself, and I happen to know Lionel hates it. It’s all intricately carved seventeenth-century French antiques and woven wall hangings of knights fighting dragons. Lionel says it looks like the ladies’ room at a fancy restaurant, but I think it’s important that the home of the fourth-richest man on earth should make a certain impression. “Who’s that?” asks Verna, pointing at me. She’s pretty, in an intensely intelligent sort of way. All flashing eyes and dark hair and arching eyebrows. A pair of tortoise-shell eyeglasses perches on the end of her long flutelike nose. “That’s my grandfather,” says Lionel. “Pay no attention to him. He’s in a world of his own.” “Bloogle,” I say. My face itches but I won’t scratch it; I don’t want to tear off any of the wrinkles. “Saw you on TV the other night,”
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