The dishwasher finished its cycle. Noah dried the glasses so they wouldn’t be spotty, and put them away. The goblet sat in its lonely splendor.
By the time three o’clock rolled around, he accepted that Gabriel wasn’t going to show up.
He needed to talk to someone about this, but who? If he went to his brothers, they’d be sure to tell Pop, who would pitch a fit and probably try to ground him, even though he was almost twenty-five.
And then, from out of nowhere, he remembered the woman who had come to their house in Braddockville.
He still had cousins who lived there—and yeah, a few of them might be black swans, dammit. They were all involved with their own lives, though, and they didn’t get to see each other as often as when they were kids. But that was their hometown. Maybe they’d know
