We laughed until tiredness pulled at us like some giant hand dragging us under. Nathaniel was at the back of the kitchen by the sink, under the window that we'd once had to replace because of shotgun damage. I just had to stand up at the front of the church with my one hand holding the wrist of the other arm. What did you say? Nathaniel said.
Truthfully, I wasn't sure how I felt about watching him get pawed, or paw another woman. Oh, yes, he said, oh, yes, scary will do. I finally settled for staring at his chest, watching his body movements as if he'd been a bad guy and it was a fight. I didn't want to be swept away.
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