The boat bag lay on its side, Oksana’s head still stretching out like some terrible jack-in-the-box. She flexed her new mandible, letting it settle under her cheeks with a click. It occurred to Louis that he was watching something like a hermit crab trading out shells. It didn’t make much sense, but love never did. And that was what he was feeling now, love. Oksana chose him and he had a duty, an obligation. That was what a man did; he put those that he loved above himself.
