I looked down at her, taking my hand from her throat to stroke her enourmous crown of hair, then returning to her throat.I looked down at her, taking my hand from her throat to stroke her enourmous crown of hair, then returning to her throat. "You know," I said to Aaden, "Lynn's right. One does acquire some wonderful toys in Rhysh." I picked up my pencil with my left hand and awkwardly wrote on the open page, "Hang around. I may need to talk to you." I passed it to him. He read the message and nodded. We sat in the silent sunlight for a while, waiting for a thought to come that would carry one of us to action. I looked up at Aaden, who gave me a quizzical look before clamping his eyes shut and shaking again. I sighed. He's incorrigible. And as we sat, I began to wonder just what in Hell I was going to do next. "What do you think we should do now?" "Well," Aaden offered, "Do what you did with Kathy." "This is not what I had in mind," Aaden said. |