the style of a woman, the kiss of a man

“I’m fine, if that’s what you’re asking,” Leeta said, her hostility plainly evident.
“And your friend, Ezri,” her mother said. “Is she well?”
“She’s not my ‘friend,’ Mother, she’s my wife.”
(Mirror Universe novel, Saturn’s Children)

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