Chapter 20
moonlight bears down on power
touching – trusting – distraction
Turns out Kokuma really did have a poem to work on. And work on it, we did. In the bath, in the garden, in bed, at the breakfast table two mornings in a row. Finally, I had to put a stop to it. I had mail in my bag waiting to be delivered. If I didn’t leave, Florence would have my head. I’d dallied long enough.
Kuma, as I’d taken to calling him, didn’t mind. Over the course of two mind-blowing days, I’d come to know that he was nothing if not steady. It was almost impossible to rile him and his stamina – well, let’s just say it more than matched my own. Rather than try to cajole me into staying in bed with him another day, the giant had simply scooped me into his lap and asked where we were headed next.
“We?”
