“We had stoneware in the home and you’re right. It didn’t last long.”

“My mom bought those unbreakable dishes, but nothing could prevent us kids losing them. The small square bowls made too good a shovel in a pinch.”

“I can just imagine you as a small child.”

“I was a terror.”

“But shy with strangers,” he guessed.

“Yep. Teachers never believed my mom about me until I’d organized my first boycott of the cafeteria’s no-name catsup. That stuff was nasty. Or had a petition going to reinstate outdoor school when budget cuts threatened that right of passage. It didn’t usually happen until my second year in school anyway.” She sounded altogether proud of herself.

“I see, you lulled the authority figures around you into complacency and then you sprang.”

“That’s about it.”

“I have no

mother. School administrators were not so insightful.” Her eyes twinkled mischeviously. “Until

like.” Her daughters would be stubborn, her sons protective and both

look followed by a negligent shrug that wasn’t. Negligent. At least it didn’t seem so to him, but he didn’t ask her

male kouros statue. “Nice to see

a wrestling match, ancient or modern. However, the genitals were nothing to write home about. “I hope you are not comparing certain

smile into a grin. “I read somewhere that the aspect of a statue’s form was deliberately underrepresented so the focus could be on the aesthetic rather than

be used as artists’ models

one serious-looking elderly man glared. And a young

and Piper had first arrived at the National

smiled down at his beautiful companion. “That is not

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