He got on. He moved about a meter. He fell off. “Ow. Will you mount yours and give a demonstration of how this is supposed to work, please?” I swung my leg over my bike. Since living with Graham, I’d started wearing skirts with hemlines that fell below the knee, so this was a performance. “Very unladylike.” “Don’t worry, my womb is firmly strapped in.” He flushed from his forehead to his throat, but continued, in his usual mild voice, “And would Artemis be so kind as to demonstrate the driving of her team?” I pushed off and sailed down the incline. I didn’t even need to pedal. Warm wind tugged
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