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Graham wasn’t visible, but the double doors to their bedroom were open, so Charlie assumed that Graham was out of sight in the bedroom. There were other, less mundane possibilities, but he’d probably sound a lot more freaked had Jack made him invisible, microscopic, or transformed him into furniture. Again. He’d made a surprisingly comfortable recliner.
“Oh, you really wanted to know. I thought you were just being a smart-ass, you know, given the fourteen and all. I wear a kilt . . .” He ran his empty hand down over the pleats. “. . . because I find it more comfortable to let the boys hang free.” “Genitals,” Charlie said quickly. “Don’t give me that look,” she added more quickly still as Jack closed his mouth so emphatically his teeth clacked. “You know you were about to ask how he got boys under his kilt and you . . .” Turning to Mark. “. . . were going to say a six-pack usually works, so . . .” She mimed a rim shot. “. . . moving on.”
