He couldn’t bring himself to abandon Cinnamon, not knowing what the outcome of that conversation might be. If things went awry…he had a vision of Cinnamon, rejected and distraught, blundering out of the house and away, God knew where, alone. “Don’t be a fool,” he muttered to himself. “You know Papa wouldn’t…” “Papa” stuck like a thorn in his throat and he swallowed.
Thinking
