“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.”

have no problem

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

to think what your children will be like.” Her daughters would be stubborn, her sons protective and both would

seem so to him, but he didn’t ask her about it because she was already headed to

male kouros statue. “Nice to see Greek men haven’t changed in

I’m flattered.” The statue had seriously developed abs and thighs that could crack an opponent’s back in a wrestling match, ancient or modern. However, the genitals were

something that would turn that smile into a grin. “I read somewhere that the aspect of a statue’s form was deliberately underrepresented so

or the only men willing to be used as artists’

those around them. While most of it was indulgent, one serious-looking elderly man glared. And a young woman sent daggers Piper’s way, but he didn’t know if that was for her laughter

Piper had first arrived at the National Museum, but he had ignored

turned his back on her and smiled down at his beautiful companion. “That is not something you have to worry about in my

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255