He just looked at me, his face closing down, hiding from me, because he was certain where I was going, what I would say. He crawled across the bed and touched the cooling flesh. I looked at my face, my eyes so dark, and wondered if I could admit, even to myself, that I still cared that Richard thought I was attractive. Fine, hold out an arm.
His cell phone rang. He's out of the hospital, I said. Gregory knelt closer to us and stretched his upper body out, over Nathaniel and Damian, stretched out until his half-leopard face was only inches from mine. And strangely, I didn't.
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