“I’ll be down in a moment,” Patrick called, sighing with tremendous reluctance. “Hold ’em off for a bit, will you?”
“They’ve come to hear you speak, Patty. What am I s’posed to do?”
“Play ’em a song,” Patrick suggested, playing with a tendril of my hair. “Pass out a round of drinks.”
“They’re four deep already, Pat. Hurry up!” He hit his fist against the door one last time, then stomped away, cursing us both loudly.
“And so, it ends,” Patrick muttered beneath his breath. He held my fingers in his beneath the water, but now rose them to press his lips to their pads. Then he lifted himself from the water, the streams running down all those fine muscles. He stepped out of the tub and collected a towel with which to dry himself.
“If I asked you to wait here until I get back, would you do
