Chapter 8: TransfusionI snatched another pancake from the stack Nonny was distributing and walked over to Epi, who stood with Ben and Jerome. I leaned over to kiss Epi on the top of his bald forehead, delighted when a flush spread across his wrinkled cheeks. “Thanks, Epi.”
“I assume you've sorted out your complicated love life?” Epi questioned, his voice as dry as the grass outside.
“Yeah, I have,” I agreed quietly. “I'm staying single.”
Epi narrowed his eyes. “Is that what you really want, child?”
I shrugged, the gesture non-committal. “It's the choice I have to make. I screwed this up and it's the best decision out of a host of bad ones. Besides, I'm Nememiah's Child. I need to concentrate on that for now.”
“If that's what you think best, child. Can we get back to dealing with more
