Cleo’s Point of View Still
Two days later, Janice and I sat at the breakfast table with Joanna and the Woodland delegates.
The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, a palpable undercurrent that vibrated beneath the surface of polite conversation. Janice was sitting on my lap, not wanting to be away of my for a second. It’s as if she still didn’t believe we belong together. Her heat was over and we were so at ease now.
The women were unaffected of the situation, chattering animatedly about the nuances of makeup application, the latest trends in clothing styles, and the fine allure of handcrafted jewelry. Their light-hearted banter was in stark contrast to what was going on around them, it seemed as if it was all happening between the men at the table.
After a while, Alpha Abel cl
