She stopped walking, blinking rapidly. “Are . . . are you suggesting what I think you are?” “Well, that depends—if you think I’m saying you can farm the land for free, then yes. If you’re thinking I’m offering for you to join me in maligning yourself to the absent gods and fishing, then also yes, but I get if that’s not your—” Maria slammed into me, hugging me tight and stopping my river of words in their tracks.
