You're right, you're being way too judgmental to be a child. I looked at him and hoped I didn't look as amazed as I was feeling. How was work? I asked. Touching made any sort of metaphysical intermingling worse.
That was one of the problems with Richard and me, we so often didn't know what to do with each other. I knew that one hunger could be turned into another, but until that moment, where I could almost taste his lips on mine, I hadn't realized that there would come a point where something must be fed. Homemade biscuits? Doc Lillian asked. I am the Executioner.
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