I turned back to look at the line as it enlarged behind us, hoping once more to glimpse Morgana headed this way. Instead, I watched as a tall, hulking fox and a pretty, young sparrow asked their friends to hold their place, then stepped out of the line, moved over to a patch of grass beyond the bollards of the adjacent property, stripped off their clothes and contorted themselves into an elaborate sixty-nine on the ground. I sighed and looked away, moving my gaze up to the Cage’s entrance, hoping that Ellen would grace this sidewalk with her presence sooner as opposed to later. Otis’s head, meanwhile, was still bowed over his phone, presumably waiting for another missive from her.
I was just about to look at my watch for the tenth time when I felt an arm slip lovingly up under mine.
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