According to her grandmother, may she rot in hell, Kelsey’s mother had been such a whore she’d been impregnated by the spunk of a dozen men and spawned a genetic abomination. Not pretty on the outside, even uglier on the inside. Kelsey knew that was a biological impossibility, obviously, but she’d also long ago stopped wondering who might’ve fathered her. It hadn’t mattered…and now she supposed it never would. “She met him at work,” Dennis explained in a low voice. “She was in research and development, he was in another department. They both had top secret clearance, that’s what she always said.” Kelsey’s brows rose. “Sounds like a real love match.” “Oh…she never loved him.” Dennis laughed. “She said he was a motherfucking bastard, a useless waste of oxygen. Umm…she liked to call him a suppurating pustule on the ass of a syphilitic hermaphrodite.” “Oh, she loved him,” Kelsey said after a second. “At least long enough for him to make her hate him.”
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