“What…and lend validity to your fantastical view of our relationship? No, thank you. You can let yourself in and out of your gilded cage any time you please.”
“Yes, yes…free will…blah, blah, blah…Are you coming or not?”
I could hear the arguments swirling around his head but he bit his tongue. “Fine. Get a coat or something.”
*
It was dreadfully cold at the top of the quarry, but we sat quietly until right before sunrise. He’d brought along an old, moth-eaten quilt to keep me warm, but I wasn’t worried with it. About the time my nose and fingers began to turn pink, he wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and I knew he wasn’t as annoyed with me any more, at least for the time being.
Sitting there so close to the edge, the calling was hushed. It almost had me, almost had the babies,
