Thayu was going to play the recording again, her hand hovering over the button, but her fingers trembled. Then she blinked.
I tried the feeder. Thayu?
Her input was still blocked, and, unlike Ezhya, I couldn’t open it without setting it up through the reader.
“Thayu?”
“Are you still angry with me?”
“Angry? Why would I be angry with you?”
“Because I made your girl run out on you.”
Oh, Thayu.
She gave a surprised squeak when I pulled her up and drew her in my arms. From close up, her eyes glistened with moisture.
“Come, come, Thayu. Open your feeder. Let me tell you what’s going on.” How much I love you.
“What—”
My lips cut her words short.
She must have been standing under the hot shower for ages; her mouth was so hot it nearly burned me, but I didn’t care.
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