“Is this where you met Frando?” It seemed unlikely, but anything that would keep her from thinking about the crowds was welcome.
“This niche? No. It was somewhere else; further in. But yes, it was a niche sort of like this one. No curtain. Frando had a blanket and we shared that.”
“Did you make s*x?”
“What?” He looked at her with surprise and some concern. “No, of course not. Why would we? I mean, later we did, but… wait until your first sandstorm. Believe me, that’ll be the last thing on your mind. What made you ask?”
“Just… something my father said.” He’d said a lot about s*x and Alatar. She supposed she would find out soon enough whether it was true.
“Hmm. Well, if you’re ready, let’s keep on.”
They stepped back out into the constant flow of bodies, channeled by tall stone walls.
