“He needs a stern hand,” Michael says. “He’s not a workhorse,” Lou says with an eye roll. “No, of course not,” Michael says. “Much more of a mule.” Wyn pulls me across his lap, looping his arms around my waist. “How do you know Harriet isn’t even more stubborn than I am?” “He’s right,” I tell them. “Between the two of us, I’m the mule.” “Well, if you’re the mule,” Michael says, “then Wyn’s the ass.” “If I’m going to be an ass,” he says, “I’m glad to be yours.”
