Chapter 20
clouds! green leaves shimmer silver
nature wears many faces
“Come in,” a clear alto voice called.
Henry pasted a serene look on his face and sauntered into Stinger’s office. The man was good looking, pretty even. His face shone as if it had been freshly scrubbed, long hair damp and slicked back into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. The smile on his face faded, the corners of his lips turning down into a frown.
“Henry. You’re not supposed to be down on the floor.”
“I know, Stinger, I’m sorry. I was hoping I could talk to you for a moment.”
“Of course, dear,” the man said, his eyes on me. “You know I’m always here for you.”
Henry looked surprised, then noted Stinger’s apparent interest in me. I had a sneaking suspicion the man was putting on a good face for me, thou
