Clyde rolls his eyes. “It’s a little odd. Even when you were a preacher, you seemed too happy to share the woman you loved.” “Because, back then, I was weaker. I couldn’t protect her on my own, and they could step up in that area,” I say with a careless shrug, hearing some vicious warring still raging on behind us. “Now it’s because I miss the good ol’ days when we all got along. I guess you get sentimental as you get older.”
