Gurgling with laughter, I picked up a sculpture and put it in the basket. “Are you saying my interests are the same as little old ladies’?” “Yes. But it’s fine, because I love—” He choked on a breath and went perfectly still for a second, then grabbed another sporefruit as my heart gave a mighty thud. “Little old ladies,” he finished in a strangled voice. “Love ’em.” My mouth had gone dry. Licking my lips, I managed to get out, “You love little old ladies, huh?” “Yeah. Yep. I think they’re great. Awesome
Dying
