He sighed. ‘You said it. We are as we are. And he said it. Sometimes, they don’t give you a choice. They just bond to you.’ Somewhere off in the darkness, a dog howled. It was not really a dog. Burrich glared at me. ‘I can’t control him at all,’ I admitted. Nor I, you. Why should there be control, one of the other? ‘Nor does he stay out of personal conversations,’ I observed.
