(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... pox on me for even mentioning them!" She
cringed. "But I have to know... are you absolutely sure you're all right? I'm
looking at you, and I can't help but believe that you're not in some pain."
I shrugged, "I have amnesia, but that is all."
"Amnesia?" Nenny blinked, then brightened. "Loss of memory! You are so
lucky," she chimed perkily. "Everything must be so new to you."
"That's... an angle I hadn't considered."
Nenny clapped her hands delightedly. "I'm so pleased I could open your
mind to that idea! I've heard that's what being a Sensate is all about...
bringing new experiences to others."
"I'm trying find Vivian's scent... do you know where it might be?"
"Hmm." Nenny frowned deeply. "I... uh..."
"What?"
"Oh, I just can't! I can't say anything bad about anyone! I'm just no good at
it!"
"It's not bad to point out a thief, Nenny."
"Oh, but I don't know if she's a thief..." Nenny bit her lip and looked at me
with pleading eyes, as if she just wished I'd leave the topic alone.
"Look, why don't you try and say something not nice about her."
"Oh, all right." Nenny put her hands on her hips and frowned deeply, almost
exaggeratedly. I had to resist the temptation to laugh. "Ooooooh, I dislike
her very, very much." She paused for a moment, then looked at me out of
the corner of her eye, as if gauging my reaction. "Was that convincing?"
This... was going to take a while. "No, not really."
Nenny frowned. "I knew I wouldn't be any good at this!" She looked up at
me, depressed. "Do you know how hard it is to say bad things about
someone?! It feels so wrong."
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