Or maybe he was jealous, God alone knew, because I didn't want to. Micah, can you look at him? Micah came to stand at the end of the island closest to us. Physical closeness, Richard said, and he shook his head. I'd seen enough eyes do that last glaze, to say that something more precious than breath goes with death.
Not nostalgia. Jean-Claude looked up at me, and there was a pleading in his eyes. He looked strangely suspicious, and I realized that it was my expression in his eyes, more than his, as if I'd taught him that look, and this caution. Ask and find out.
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