“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.”

laughed. “I have no

did my mother. School administrators were not so insightful.” Her eyes

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

strange look followed by a negligent shrug that wasn’t. Negligent. At least it didn’t seem so

stopped in front of a male kouros statue. “Nice to see Greek men

abs and thighs that could crack an opponent’s back in a wrestling match, ancient or modern. However, the genitals were nothing to write home about. “I hope you are not comparing certain aspects of my anatomy to

gave him a mocking little smile that made him want to do something that would turn that smile into a grin. “I read somewhere that the aspect of

the only men willing to be used as artists’

of it was indulgent, one serious-looking elderly man glared. And a young woman sent daggers

encouraging once-over when he and Piper had first arrived at the National Museum, but he had

her and smiled down at his beautiful companion. “That is not something you have to

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