Don't give her any ideas

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(external narrator)

Upon returning to the desert house, Ron found Lilian organizing the laundry.

"Oi, lin-da," Ron greeted cheerfully.

"Hey, beautiful. Where have you been?" Lilian inquired.

"Around. Wrapping up some personal business," Ron replied, pulling out a chair as he approached. "How are you? Still chasing him?"

"Always," Lilian joked.

Ron paused, contemplating. "And how is he?"

"He can't stand me. He doesn't say it, but I can see it in his eyes," Lilian confessed.

"Where is he now?" Ron asked.

"Out... far away... somewhere. He won't tell me anymore," Lilian replied with a hint of despair. "Get me out of here, Ron. And if you can, please keep me under a constant, high dose of relaxation pills."

"I can help you with that..." Ron offered.

"Seriously?" Lilian questioned.

"Ron," Cesar's voice interrupted from the door.

"How did you get here?" Ron asked, surprised. "I didn't feel your presence!"

"Don't give her any ideas," Cesar warned.

"So you'd rather see her suffering?" Ron challenged.

"She will learn to deal with it," Cesar retorted.

"You can't be serious!" Ron exclaimed.

"I won't tolerate it. Things have gone too far in this house," Cesar stated, firmly.

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