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“I want a companion who’ll go on walks with me, and sit on my lap while I pet him.” “You’ll have me for that.”
West came into the room with his arms full of folded umbrellas. Justin, dressed in a little velveteen suit, was at his heels. “Aren’t you supposed to be upstairs in the nursery with your little brother?” St. Vincent asked his five-year-old nephew. “Dad needed my help,” Justin said self-importantly, bringing an umbrella to him.
THE CUTENESS
“What’s fertility?” Justin asked. In the sudden silence, all gazes went to West, who asked defensively, “Why is everyone looking at me?”
“And then you’ll be lighting your fire on a new hearth.” Tom gave him a quizzical glance. “She’ll be moving into my house.” Winterborne grinned and shook his head. “I meant your wedding night, you spoony half-wit.”
“The world expects a man to have a backbone. Especially when a woman is being harassed.”
Tom didn’t bother trying to make sense of that, having accepted long ago that a small group of elevated individuals had decided to make human interaction as complicated and unnatural as possible.
“There’s a dust wad on the bed,” had been Tom’s comment upon first seeing the puppy. “It has legs.”
“How far you’ve brought us,” Kathleen murmured, resting against him, “in such a short time. You’ve turned us all into a family.” “Don’t give me credit for that, love,” Devon said, ducking his head to press a crooked grin against the side of her face. “We all did it together.”
Kathleen turned in his arms to regard the trio of goldfinches. “I wonder what they’ll do,” she mused aloud, “now that they’re out in the world, in the open air?” He snuggled her back against him, and nuzzled her cheek. “Whatever they want.”
