Nathaniel was tucked in against me, his face hidden against my shoulder. I tried to stand, and only Jason's arm around my waist kept me from falling on the marble steps leading down from the tub. Choate’s face was once again blotchy with pink. Even the furred sea of rats froze.
Ninety minutes of unrelenting bad taste, petty hokum, deadlydegradation of innocent children. I remembered enough to say, And thanks for taking care of me. I never shared the bed when he was stone cold. Damian's fingers were still moving, lightly, over the back of my hand.
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