When he was safely beside me, and I was holding both Micah's and Nathaniel's hands, I figured we were safe from any more propositions. I've only got three years to go until the big 3-0; so far panic has not set in. The fear coalesced around that flash of fangs, that hungry gleam in those eyes. I'm just checking to make sure that it is back to being bones and rags.
Nathaniel whispered against my other cheek, I'm her cat. I caught my breath in time to scream. We are so sorry, Ms. I looked at the audience instead.
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