a Sunday in Salem
The story starts with Tom, Eddie and Ray about a mile from an
isolated mansion (that new species sure likes isolated
mansions). Dialogue reveals that Sloan has been snatched by
members of the new species for some unknown purpose and they are
discussing how to best get her back. It's also apparent they
have not notified Attwood of what has happened or what they are
doing. Tom and Ray are talking, sketching out a map on the
ground when Eddie (behind them) tries to get their attention in
a nervous voice. The second time he says "Guys" proves
to be the charm and Tom, finally realizing something is wrong,
turns with his gun already drawn but a bit too late. Lewis has
Eddie in a choke hold, a knife in his free hand.
Tom wonders why he is even surprised that Lewis is involved
and his former mentor gives him a "you moron" look,
telling him that he has nothing to do with Sloan's kidnapping
and he was here for his own reasons but no one believes him.
After a few minutes of verbal sparring, Lewis suddenly flips the
knife so his hand is wrapped around the blade and holds it out
toward Tom, a gesture that cuts the younger man off in mid-word.
He studies both man and knife then reaches out to wrap his own
hand over Lewis' and the knife, squeezing until both their hands
are bleeding then steps back, lowering his gun and telling Ray
to do the same.
Lewis releases Eddie while Tom explains that they now have a
truce, at least until the wounds heal. Even so, he tells them
not to turn their backs on Lewis, a remark that makes Lewis
comment that maybe Tom hasn't forgotten everything he's been
taught, a remark that brings out an uneasy look on Eddie's face.
Lewis tells them there's something he wants from the mansion and
he'll help them if they'll help him. None of the three like the
idea of working with Lewis and none of them trust him but he
points out that he knows the mansion but can't take on the
inhabitants by himself. He refuses to explain what he wants from
the mansion or why
After much talking, it is agreed that Tom and Lewis would
sneak into the mansion while Eddie and Ray keep watch. The two
men make their way into down to the mansion and slip inside.
They are discovered almost immediately and they are forced to
defend themselves lethally, eventually becoming separated. Tom
senses Sloan and goes after her but they are cut off from escape
by a group of the new species.
Lewis manages to surprise the leader, holding a gun to his
head. A woman is with him and he tells all three of them to get
out. The woman obviously doesn't like the thought of leaving
Lewis but she finally follows. On their way to the van, they try
to question the woman but she refuses to speak. All Tom can tell
Sloan is that the woman is not of the new species. He doesn't
mention that she apparently isn't all human either. Meanwhile,
gunfire and explosions erupt behind them.
They reach the van but the woman refuses to enter, waiting
for something. Eddie urges that they leave and Tom is at the
point of throwing the woman into the van when she suddenly runs
forward, making it to the edge of the forest just as Lewis
stumbles out and, in fact, catches him as he falls. He is a
bloody mess with wounds up and down his right side and face and
barely conscious. When no one comes near to help her (all would
much rather leave him there), the woman speaks for the first
"We could have left you there, y'know. Gotten away
clean while they dealt with you."
Reluctantly, Tom steps forward and takes Lewis in a fireman's
carry to the van. The woman beats him there and helps ease the
wounded man onto the floor of the van. As they sped away, the
woman...who gives her name as Sable...commandeers the first aid
kit and any spare clothing she can grab to try and control the
bleeding. At the mention of a hospital, Sable asks which one of
them is going to explain what happened and who exactly would
believe them. She turns fierce at the mere mention of contacting
Attwood or any other kind of authority, saying that she would
not allow Lewis to end up in some secret laboratory as a lab rat
again. When Sloan says that it wouldn't happen, Sable's reply is
that it happened before and the only reason Tom is still free is
because he serves a purpose. Sooner or later, he'll end up in
his own cage but she would not let that happen to Lewis. Not
again. She asks Sloan about her medical skills but Sloan is very
reluctant to operate on Lewis.
"A deal. I know a place we can use in secret. You
operate and you get a chance to see how the Quetzal heal
without cutting your boyfriend open. And maybe, just maybe, I
can convince Lewis to talk to you. There's a lot more going on
here then any of you realize or aren't you the least bit
curious about the truth?"
Sloan hesitates. Some of what Sable has said does ring true
and, despite her feelings about Tom's former mentor, she
didn't think she could just let him die without at least
trying. "I can't guarantee anything. . ."
"I'm not asking you to. Just do your best."
With that, Sable gives Ray directions and the two women work
at stabilizing Lewis for the trip. They try to ask questions of
the woman but the only one she'll answer is what she meant by
"A joke. A play on words. A village of obvious
Caucasians living in Mexico. Apparently originating there. A
little lax on the legends department, aren't you? I'll lend
you a book."
They reach their destination, a seaside mansion. (yes,
another mansion) The mansion is closed up and Sable tells them
it belongs to her cousin who is currently in Europe for an
extended vacation. She directs them to take Lewis into a bedroom
on the first floor and vanishes, only to reappear with a large
case containing out-dated but still usable medical equipment.
"What can I tell you...an ancestor was a medical
doctor. Actually, more then one. We can't do much about blood
loss. . .good thing the Quetzal are very good at replenishing
lost blood. . .but we need to get the bullets out and wounds
sown up before he loses so much blood he can't replenish it.
I'll play nurse. . .I know what's what and what goes where and
I don't faint at the sight of blood."
Sable bullies Eddie into helping (she's good at that. .
.especially when she remarks that maybe Lewis needs a
transfusion and what type of blood does Eddie have anyway? while
wielding a scalpel ) as well and then chases Tom and Ray out.
They find a sitting room complete with liqueur cabinet and Ray
settles in, contemplating the advantages of a good drunk.
"If half of what's been said about this guy is true,
then he's a mass murderer a dozen times over. How can we
condone helping him?"
"Because, supposedly, we're better then he is?"
Tom didn't sound like he agreed with that. "And if we
were to arrest him. . .bring him in. . .there would be no
proof that he's done anything wrong. We'd look even crazier
then people think we are."
"So we save his life. Let him go back out to kill even
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"Meaning, I wonder what Lewis was doing breaking into
that mansion. I know...knew the man running that operation. He
and Lewis worked together, maybe not friends but associates. .
"He killed that Lisa girl and he worked with
"The young are expendable. Drones. But the older, they
don't fight with each other. Can't afford to. Something's
happened. Something's changed. Lewis risked his own life to go
into that house and bring that woman out. And she was right,
you know. He could have left us there and gotten her out. I
suspect they would have been happy just to have us. Or he
could have sent some of his students. No, he went himself.
Something totally against his grain."
"Something too important to entrust to someone
"Maybe. But what?"
The two men run through the gambit of speculation until the
operation is done. Lewis' wounds included several bullet wounds
to his right side (from thigh to shoulder) and face (where the
bullet struck his cheekbone and ricocheted back out, leaving a
bloody mess). Sable points them toward bedrooms and the kitchen
then retreats back to the bedroom where Lewis is.
Later, after the others are asleep, Sloan slips downstairs to
where Sable is, watching over the unconscious Lewis. She wants
to know why Sable is helping Lewis. Doesn't she know what he is?
Sable tells her she knows exactly what Lewis is but, she adds
fiercely, Lewis is hers and no one was going to hurt him again.
She asks Sloan if she has any idea what happened to Lewis while
in the custody of Attwood's people. When Sloan says no, Sable
draws aside the sheet covering Lewis and points toward scars
covering his chest and groin, telling her he didn't have those
before he was captured.
"Lewis is mine, heart and soul. You have doubts? Would
the man you think he is have risked his life to rescue me from
the mansion? For they would have killed him, have no doubt of
that. And it wouldn't have been pretty. He could have left you
and your friend there and we could have escaped while they
were busy with you. Instead, Lewis held them off. .
.admittedly it was for my sake and not yours but still. . .not
the actions of the man you think he is."
Sloan tells Sable what happened before Lewis was captured but
Sable waves it off, telling her that she already knows about
that. And about Lisa. And about things Sloan can't even guess at
but Lewis was no more that man then Tom was the man he was two
years ago. You can't judge one without judging the other. Sloan
finally returns to her bedroom.
The next morning finds Ray grumbling about the lack of food
and his need to phone his wife but the phones at the house have
been turned off. Sable tells him he can just go into the nearby
"Go to Tates' Grocery. They have a pay phone and if
they ask where you're staying, tell them the Roberts House. By
now the entire village knows someone's here. If there's any
problems, have them contact me on the radio. I'll have to put
the batteries in."
She goes to do that and Ray leaves to follow her directions
into the village. He's tempted to call Attwood but decides to
hold off. No one seems surprised that he's at the Roberts House,
apparently Sable has turned up unexpectedly before.
A few days pass and Sloan eventually contacts Attwood but
doesn't tell him all that is going on or exactly where they are,
just that they are following some leads concerning the new
species. (He didn't know about her being kidnapped) Sloan spends
some time trying to talk with Sable but the woman refuses to
tell her what she had alluded to before, what she said Lewis
could tell them if only she could get him to speak to them. She
does say that she's known Lewis for six months, that they had
meet at a bar and their relationship was intended, at least by
Lewis, as a one-night stand.
Later, Tom tells Sloan that it's common for males of the new
species to pick up women with the intention of siring more
members of the new species. To his knowledge, Lewis had never
had a steady woman. . .no Quetzal does. How could they when
there was no emotional attachment? Somehow Sable has managed to
maintain a relationship with Lewis. Sloan wonders if maybe Lewis
is discovering emotions, if maybe, eventually, all the Quetzal
will learn emotions but Tom thinks that Lewis was using Sable
for his own purpose.
Lewis regains consciousness three days after he was shot,
unfortunately while Sloan is the one changing his bandages. He
grabs her wrist in a bone-crushing grip and she panics but
before one of the guys can "rescue" her, Sable slaps
her hard and tells her to grow. Only then does Sloan realize
that Lewis is reacting to the pain; that he's had no
pain-killers and they would, in fact, do little good. Sable
draws his attention and manages to pry the fingers from Sloan's
wrist. She whispers something to him and Lewis gradually goes
limp, obviously responding to what she is saying. Later, Sable
explains that Lewis is controlling his own pain as he had his
bleeding three days ago, a technique she taught him since the
Quetzal have a high tolerance for pain killers and while they
may have an equally high tolerance for pain, that didn't mean
they didn't feel it.
Tom wonders if she taught him the technique to hide himself
from others of his kind and Sable says no but she must think on
how that could be done as it sounds useful.
The Quetzal healing ability finally kicks in and Lewis'
wounds start to heal quickly. His wounds are still horrible and
the dressings must be changed regularly. At first he flinches
away from anyone but Sable from helping him but he seems to
realize it's too much for her to do alone. Tom refuses to allow
Sloan to be alone with Lewis, despite his wounds, and insists on
being in the room whenever she is. It's during one of these
times that Lewis starts to talk with Sloan. (Tom is by the door
and out of eyesight but Lewis does know he's there.)
"You think I'm a monster, don't you?" Lewis'
voice was low and rasping.
Sloan stifled a jump and concentrated on changing the
bandage. "How many people have you killed?"
Lewis laughed. "How many people has he killed?"
He looked at Tom.
"That's different. . ."
"Oh? How so?"
"He was brainwashed. . ."
"You should know."
"Should I? He was treated as all the Quetzal children
are treated. As I was treated. We know of no other way to
raise children. Was that brainwashing? If so, I could claim
the same thing."
Sloan carefully tightened the bandage, hiding her intent
interest in her work. "You're first generation Quetzal,
"More or less. And your point is?"
"Then you were raised by human parents."
"Was I? That's your opinion." He fell silent for
a long moment, staring at the ceiling. "Do you know what
it's like to be empathic? Like we are? To know everyone else's
emotion but not your own? To. . .cauterize yourself, if you
will, because if you didn't, you'd eventually go insane."
There was an odd underlining tone to Lewis' words that Sloan
realized was bitterness. "Which so many of us do
anyway." He started to cough dryly, unable to catch his
breath and suddenly Sable is there, so suddenly that Tom began
to wonder if the room was bugged and she listening in. She
poured a glass of water and eased Lewis up to drink from it.
"Can you possibly know what's it like. . ." Sable
picked up Lewis' tale though, Sloan suspected, not his actual
words or what he meant to say. ". . .to know. . .to feel
your parents' fear and scorn and, yes, hatred of you for no
other reason then you are different. And if you say that it
doesn't excuse what he's done, I can only partially agree and
scold you for holding a double standard."
"You are telling this wrong." Lewis sounded oddly
"And you'll tell it better?"
"I. . ." Lewis looked at her. "You set me
"In part, yes."
Lewis coughed again but lightly this time. "Get the
others then, so I won't have to explain it twice." His
voice sounded tired and Sloan noticed how pale and drawn he
looked. She started to stand.
"Maybe we should wait. . ."
"No." Lewis grabbed her wrist and she flinched
away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tom started
forward. "Wait." Lewis rasped then added a word she
suspected he'd never said before. At least not meaning it.
"Please." She hesitated then sat back down slowly,
Lewis releasing her wrist as she did so. "I might not
tell this if we wait." He laid back down, his eyes
closed, waiting until Sable was back with Ray and Ed.
Sable settled on the bed next to Lewis, touching his
shoulder gently and he opened pale eyes to look at her.
"It occurs to me that I'm not sure where to start."
He said in bemusement.
"Do you know where the Quetzal come from?" Sloan
asked hurriedly and Lewis turned his head toward her.
"Yes and no. The Quetzal are a natural mutation. We
were meant to happen just as humans were meant to happen
40,000 years ago but. . ." He paused to swallow.
"But I don't think we were meant to happen now."
"What do you mean?"
"The Quetzal are meant to eventually take over, to
inherit the Earth, if you will, but. . ." He stopped
again, closing his eyes. When he spoke again, his voice seemed
stronger. "If you look at the world's history, at the
timing of major disasters, you'll find that pockets of Quetzal
appeared. Most notably, right after the Black Plague. That was
a false start. . .those Quetzal were either killed off or
assimilated back into the populace. It happened several times
"Why didn't the Quetzal simply take over then?"
Ray asked and Lewis rolled his head to look at him.
"It wasn't their time yet. Not enough born. Mother
Nature realized her mistake and let the Quetzal fade until it
was time. We were meant, I think, to take over when something
happened to depopulate the world of humans. We were suppose to
come into power then, assimilate the humans and then the
Quetzal would take over."
"But nothing like that has happened."
"But it almost did." Sable cut in. "The
World Wars. The trigger that creates Quetzal was activated.
And is still being activated by plagues and disasters around
the world. We think." She said the last bit softly.
"But you don't think the Quetzal were meant to appear
now." Sloan said.
"No. I think they were meant to appear after, say,
three-fourths of the human population was gone. Millennia in
the future. I think someone. . .or something. . .has done
something to change that. By all rights, the Quetzal should
have faded into the background by now."
Lewis muttered something low, under his breath and Sable
patted his chest almost absently. "I love you too, Lewis
but hush now. I think she may be starting to understand."
Sloan blinked at her. "Guess again. And explain again.
Using small words."
"I'll try." Sable smiled. "By all rights,
only small pockets of Quetzal should be appearing, just to
test the waters, and then, when it became apparent that humans
hadn't managed to destroy themselves, the Quetzal would have
faded again without ever figuring out that they were
"Just the occasional psychopath come visiting?"
"Or the occasional genus. Not all Quetzal are
psychopaths. Actually, not many of them are. Back in the
very old days, it was easier for them. They packed up and left
the cities, maintained their sanity by isolating themselves
from the constant barrage of emotions not their own. Then
again, the very smallness of the villages and towns helped.
And some of them did achieve great things. Now there are too
many people. They can't isolate themselves very easily and
they can't deal with the emotions they feel from others. Their
own emotions and the outside emotions are too much for them.
Some, like Lewis, survive by turning off their own emotions.
Others. . ."
". . .survive by turning off other peoples
emotions." Ray said suddenly, sitting up straight.
"By killing them."
"Very good. Yes. That's why most young Quetzal start
off by killing their parents. Siblings. Classmates. The
Quetzal are empaths and they can't turn that ability off.
Humans surround them with their wild, strong emotions...a
constant buzz that can slowly drive them mad. The only way to
stop it. . ."
". . .is to kill the humans." Sloan finished.
"You're explaining it badly." Lewis muttered,
proving he wasn't asleep as the others were beginning to
"I am, aren't I? Let me try it again. You said that
the first generation Quetzal, like Lewis, should be different
because they were raised by humans. They had a chance,
supposedly, to know love, right? Doesn't work that way, trust
me. From day one, a Quetzal is hit by emotions not their own.
They can't understand it, they don't know what's what and the
Deities help you if your parents hate them for some reason or
another. Or hate each other. Or just don't plain care. For
that reason, the majority of the first generation Quetzal shut
themselves down emotionally. Those that didn't tended to kill
themselves or ended up being killed or institutionalized. And
then, when they started raising children of their own. .
"The children didn't develop emotionally because they
had nothing to base those emotions on." Sloan again.
"Yes. The Quetzal are a race of emotionally stunted
people, unable to interact with each other. Unable even to
care about each other."
"That doesn't make any sense." Sloan interrupted.
"For a species to survive, there has to be some kind of
interaction. The primary function of a species is the
continuation of the species. From everything I've seen so far,
there is no parent/child bond."
"And there lies the rub. . ." Lewis muttered.
Sable leaned over him. "Are you even awake?"
Lewis doesn't answer and Sable shakes her head.
"Mother Nature isn't perfect. From what I've been able to
understand, there is no bond. At least, not at first. Let me
rephrase that. Or try to explain it. The problem is, we don't
have much in the way of generations to work with. Lewis is one
of the oldest of Quetzal; he had no role model to work from.
The first generation Quetzal had only each other to emulate.
Emotions were bad, they hurt so shut them off and stay with
each other because then you didn't get the constant buzz of
other people's emotions and be sure and teach the children to
turn off their emotions as well. They mate with humans and
each other for no other reason then to produce children. .
.without emotional attachments, sex was just that. .
.procreation. . .and children were just drones to further
"To destroy humans." Ed said.
"To protect themselves in the only way they could
think of. Let me explain by giving you a "what-if?".
Let's say you are living in a very nice house in a decent
neighborhood and one day you walk out to find a large nest of
hornets have taken up residence under the eaves. Their buzzing
is constant and stings painful but, for one reason or another,
you can't get them to leave. So you leave, move away from the
hornets but then you find they have followed you. And they
continue to follow you from place to place with their buzzing
and stinging. What eventually is going to happen?"
"Sooner or later," Sloan said slowly. "We'd
kill the hornets."
"And that's what the Quetzal are doing. Trying to
destroy the hornets. Trying to protect themselves as well
because if humans knew they existed, the Quetzal would be
"Do unto others before they do unto you?" Ray
"You don't believe me? Not fifty years ago, six
million Jews were killed because Hitler didn't consider them
human. All over this world, even as we speak, thousands are
being killed because their skin is a different color or
because they believe in a different God or because they have a
different ethnic background then those killing them. There is
a difference, of course. All those people are human. The same
species as you are. The Quetzal aren't human and that alone
will give most people a right to kill them."
"You seem certain of that." Sloan said.
"I am certain of that. Humans will kill the Quetzal
for the same reason the Native American was slaughtered or
Africans enslaved a little over a hundred years ago. The
reason wolves and bison are slaughtered. They aren't human,
they're dangerous, there isn't room on this planet for them. I
don't agree with what the Quetzal are doing but I do
understand why they're doing it. Unfortunately, it will
eventually back-fire on them. A species where the children and
the protection of mates aren't important is doomed. Or, as
Lazarus Long once put it, attempts to formulate a
"perfect society" on any foundation other than
"Women and children first" is not only witless, it
is automatically genocidal."
"Unless. . ." Lewis opened his eyes and looked at
"Unless there's a second-stage to Quetzal development.
Unless, eventually, Quetzal do gain control of their empathy
and learn about emotions. . ."
"Or. . .?" Lewis prompted, his eyes again closed.
Sable made a face at him. "Or, somehow, the Quetzal
have been genegineered not to have emotions. That they are
either a created race. . .which means a lot of what's just
been said isn't true. . ..or someone. . .or something. .
.messed with the Quetzal's genes, making them into a race that
will wipe out humans and then commit specie suicide, turning
on each other simply because they have no reason not to."
"That's bleak." Ray murmured.
"Yes, it is." Lewis answered. "Very."
Seeing that Lewis is seriously tired, Sable insists that
everyone leaves. She remains behind and, once out of earshot, Ed
remarks on something she said. Or didn't say. She had said
"as human as you are". Not as human as I or as human
as we. But Tom insists she isn't a Quetzal. Later, when they
were alone, he tells Sloan he knew Sable wasn't a Quetzal but he
couldn't tell what she was.
Lewis is healing swiftly now; within two days he's able to
sit up and walk with some difficulty. Seeing that Lewis has no
more to say to them, the foursome pack up to leave. On their way
out, they stop in the nearby village to stay the night but they
meet Attwood and a team heading for the house. (One of the
foursome called him, I suspect Ed.) With great reluctance, they
return to the house. Some of the team heads around the back, the
others go through the front door.
Sable is in the kitchen, wearing nothing more then a man's
shirt only partially buttoned, stirring something in a very
large pot. Lewis is relaxing in a chair nearby, watching her.
Neither seems aware of the intruders.
"You realize you're ruining my reputation."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"And making me go up with the blinds." Lewis
"Oh, that's definitely not a bad thing.." Sable
turns, spotting the group. "What took you so long? I
expected you last night. Of course, we did manage to amuse
ourselves while we waited."
Attwood tells her they've come for Lewis, Sable asks for
their identification and warrants. Attwood starts to say
something when suddenly the room is swarming with the village
law, very angry law. The members of the team, unable to produce
official identification or warrants are arrested. Attwood makes
a phone call to the President, handing it off to Sable.
"Hello? Yes. . .Sable Horne. Yes. Mooreland. Oh, yes.
I know that. Not in this lifetime. He is mine and I'm not
giving him up. I recommend you take a gander at that
instillation they had him in. Last I heard, experimentation on
human subjects is illegal and everyone knows that the Quetzal
don't exist so what do you suppose would happen if the media
finds out about that little laboratory. Oh, yes I would and
you know it. Uh-huh. You bet. Now, do you want those men who
broke in here taken to the jail in the village or the one
under it? Right. I thought so. Certainly."
She hands the phone back to Attwood, who goes pale as he is
told to leave Lewis where he is and to stay away from both him
and Sable. He puts the phone away, watching as Sable takes a
filled bowl over to Lewis, casually straddling him and waving a
spoon at him.
"Come on, give it a try."
Lewis grimaces. "I have tried it."
"You tried a batch a couple weeks ago. This is a new
batch. A new recipe."
"Oh. . ." He takes the spoon, prodding at the
offered bowl warily before trying a small bite. Immediately
his expression changed and he took the bowl, digging in
"Told you you'd like it." Sable said smugly as
she rose and walked back over to Attwood. "You can pick
your men up at the jail on the way out of the village."
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Attwood
"Oh, yes. I know exactly what I'm doing. Now get out
before I show you down to the lime pit under the house."
Lewis looked up. "You have a lime pit under the
Sable looked at him with a smile. "What do you
Lewis blinked. "I think I'm in love." He said in
a voice that radiated both wonder and awe.
Sable laughs then proceeds to show everyone out to the door.
Sloan hangs back, waving the others ahead. She asks Sable if she
really thinks Lewis has changed. Sable suggests she have a long
talk with Tom about the Quetzals child-rearing techniques and
relationships within a Quetzal families then come back in six
months and to skittle now. . .she had a man to attend to.
NOTES: Well, I know this tale doesn't jib with the show...of
course, parts of the show doesn't jib with the show...but I
kinda like it. People will wonder how Lewis changed so
much. Who says he has? I like to think he's merely met his match
in a woman quite capable of holding her own with him and is
changing him with sheer will-power. Or maybe he's changing for
There's a lot I've left open in this tale....what happened to
Lewis while in custody? Who or what is Sable? Why was Attwood
told to leave Lewis and Sable alone?
From what I understand about the "new species",
they seem to have no loyalty to each other and no familial
feelings. (Please let me know if I'm wrong about this. I've only
seen the episodes with Lewis in them and not even all of those.)
Hence, the bit from Lazarus Long, "attempts to formulate a
"perfect society" on any foundation other than
"Women and children first" is not only witless, it is
automatically genocidal." And the wondering if maybe
the new species had been tampered with to heighten the
aggression levels and lower emotional attachments.
The term "Quetzal" came from a discussion on the
PREY message boards concerning the fact that all these seemingly
Caucasian members of the new species come from somewhere in
Due to the fact that I have several other stories going, I
will not be able to write this story anytime soon. If
anyone would like to write this story or any version of it,
please just .
The village of Mooreland and the Roberts House plays a prominent
part in my FAMILY TREE series. Sable Horne, and her partner Ben
Phoenix, will be appearing in A
GLASS HOUSE Revisited.
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