“We’re a covey,” Evert corrects, not bothering to hide the fact that he was eavesdropping as he walks back in with some more firewood to throw on the flames. “A covey,” Okot agrees. “You are ours, and we are yours. You don’t have to be shy in your affections of us.” I look up beneath my lashes at them. “Really?” Okot nods. “Really.” “You better not hold back, Scratch,” Evert scolds me. “The five of us are a covey now. You hear me? There’s no room for being shy. We’re way past that.
