In fact, until now I thought you didn't like me. Other church members were behind him. I was better, but I'd shoved a lot of the last feeding into Damian, and apparently, not kept enough for myself. For he used it on you first.
I needed to load up. I shrugged and drank coffee, because talking was making it worse. He settled back to the bed, his eyes closed, and I had a moment to look into Jean-Claude's face without Richard watching. I remembered the feel of the couch, rough and knobbly, and it smelled musty, because after Mommy went away nothing got cleaned.
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