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Art and Iria stared at each other across the breakfast table in their suite. Iria frowned and said “I noticed that you were writing something last night when I went to bed.”
Art was grateful for the opening. “I was writing to my girl, Ellary. Once I finish it, I can make it appear in a cubbyhole I designed in her bedroom. Unfortunately, it’s strictly one way. She doesn’t have the Will and can’t reply. Anyway, with all the moving around I do, it would be impractical.”
“Do you miss her?” She wanted to dig.
“Of course, but I can flit straight into her bedroom anytime, always in only one jump. Knowing that I will be seeing her is sufficient motivation.” This took some wind from her sails. She hadn’t even imagined that such things could be done. She was very innocent.
“Your father, is h
