The new Triad fell asleep and that’s how Michael found them in the morning, the three of them entwined, not knowing where one began and the other ended. He looked anxiously at his mother.
Mark felt an eyeball staring into his. It was very early after a late night. He tried to remember whether or not he put on his sleep pants. He moved his hand under the covers and encountered the bare skin of his Triad’s legs. He had to think quickly.
::Michael, could you pour me some Tierest juice and I’ll be right out.::
Michael looked at Mark suspiciously. “Is Mommie all right?”
Sara’s head popped up from the pillow, waking Juraens. “Darling, I’m fine. Pour us all some juice and we’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
::They didn’t hurt you.::
“No, they made me very happy. Zadda and Poppie are everything
