Tuesday came clear.
She dressed in the green jacket.
She came downstairs and the house had the specific quality it had developed over these weeks — the warmth of many people, the field in the stones, the six-point configuration present and awake and alive in all its directions.
Aries was in the kitchen.
She looked at him.
He looked at her.
The first connection between them — warm and specific and familiar now, the way the field had become familiar, the way the house's quality was familiar. She wore it the way she wore the green jacket: because it was hers, because it was good-decision clothing, because it was the thing that made her feel most clearly herself.
He handed her the coffee without being asked.
She took it.
"He's going to be at Margrave's," she said.
"Yes," he said.
"I
