26 The Book of Eternity
Another day had come around again. Tom cracked his eyelids just a smidgen, to be greeted with the welcome sight of bare Karla flesh inches away. It was perfect skin, not porcelain or alabaster, but with the hint of pink that comes from the Celtic blood, the same blood that was passed on to the Magyars, the wild tribes of the Steppes, and the Sumers before them. And to the Akkadians, who passed it to the Hebrews. It comes with the red hair, and it comes with a compulsion to touch it. Tom surrendered to the compulsion.
Tom noted with some delight that he and Karla had no obligations to fulfill for the day. They could loll about in bed until this time tomorrow if they wanted. They would certainly spend much of the day at the Courtyard table drinking and eating the su
