Brown, if you'd come into my office for a few minutes, so we can all calm down, so we can all get on with our day. His face was darkening with his effort not to explode. He opened his hand and just let my arm fall back. That is not our hunger, he said.
I said what I was thinking. Richard fell again, slid in the damp autumn leaves, slid until a tree stopped him, sudden, and abrupt and bruising. Not afraid that he'd hurt me, but afraid to see the same look on my face he'd seen on Clair's. Talking in someone's head, when the other person isn't allowed into the conversation is rude, Richard said.
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