Half a pound of tupenny rice, Half a pound of treacle, Mix it up and make it nice, Pop! goes the weasel.
David listened in astonishment. Who does she think she’s fooling? She’s pretending to be someone else.
“I want to ask you some more questions, Ashley.” She tossed her head and said in an English accent, “I’m not Ashley.”
Dr. Salem exchanged a look with David, then turned back to Ashley. “If you’re not Ashley, who are you?”
“Toni. Toni Prescott.” And Ashley is doing this with a straight face, David thought.
How long is she going to go on with this stupid charade? She was wasting their time.
“Ashley,” said Dr. Salem. “Toni.” She’s determined to keep it up, David thought.
All right, Toni. What I’d like is—” “Let me tell you what I’d like. I’d like to get out of this bloody place.
Can you get us out of here?” “That depends,” Dr. Salem said. “What do you know about—?
“—those murders that little Goody Two-shoes is in here for? I can tell you things that—
Ashley’s expression suddenly started to change again. As David and Dr. Salem watched, Ashley seemed to shrink in her chair,
and her face began to soften and go through an incredible metamorphosis until she seemed to become another distinct personality.
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