With Tom Rourke it was more than butterflies they were talking about. He’d start off a line about what he was going to do to her and she’d finish it off for him and boy she could really lay into the ruby stuff and he’d blush like a tomato and not a word would have passed their lips. She liked to see him blush like that. He said all kinds of sweet things too. Things that from any other man she’d have run a half mile from and fast. Things like he said that whatever their souls were made of they were made of the same substance.
