Chapter 11: Drawing-inMark’s phone rang Stevie’s ring tone. Like an automaton, Mark reached for it.
“Don’t answer it!” Moirae warned, “Stevie’s drunk and wants advice on hitting on a guy.”
Mark’s hand went back to his side and he soon was dozing again.
“Is that true? It’s a bit early to be needingly drunk,” Clotho said.
“I don’t know. Could be. Seems reasonable,” Moirae said. “Those boys need my direct attention. I’ll have to go. I’m sure Bacchus continues holding court. He might be helpful.”
Moirae stood to leave. “I’ll try not to be gone too long but give him hell while I’m away.”
“Farewell Lady,” Parcae said. “Oh, do send Bacchus my love.” She tossed out an innocently guilty expression.
Clotho noticed and gave a questioning look to Moirae.
“I didn’t tell you?” Moirae said to Clo
