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Clay walked through the streets with Callie, holding his hand as close as he could without touching her. And then they reached Orlando’s house and he did take her hand, forgetting that he had meant not to, opening the door and leading her inside and up the stairs.
His bedroom was small but nice and clean, a bed, a bedside table, a chair, a closet. And on the floor a wooden bed filled with little mewling cats and one larger one, Spartipus, who benignly purred at Callie and allowed her to her.
On the bedside table were a vase with a flower and a homemade card with a drawing of Callie, beautiful and smiling, and two photos, well worn.
Clay fetched the wooden animals, a tiny dragon rolled up in a ball asleep, and a cat, sitting upright, regally. Spartipus in full Queen-mode. He turned and looked at Callie, sitting there, leaning against the bed, the green bedspread framing her hair and face like distant leaves.
His heart leapt in his chest.
He sat down next to her.
Handing her the little wooden carvings felt like when he had handed them over to the forest itself. So much greater than him.
Clay walked through the streets with Callie, holding his hand as close as he could without touching her. And then they reached Orlando’s house and he did take her hand, forgetting that he had meant not to, opening the door and leading her inside and up the stairs.
His bedroom was small but nice and clean, a bed, a bedside table, a chair, a closet. And on the floor a wooden bed filled with little mewling cats and one larger one, Spartipus, who benignly purred at Callie and allowed her to her.
On the bedside table were a vase with a flower and a homemade card with a drawing of Callie, beautiful and smiling, and two photos, well worn.
Clay fetched the wooden animals, a tiny dragon rolled up in a ball asleep, and a cat, sitting upright, regally. Spartipus in full Queen-mode. He turned and looked at Callie, sitting there, leaning against the bed, the green bedspread framing her hair and face like distant leaves.
His heart leapt in his chest.
He sat down next to her.
Handing her the little wooden carvings felt like when he had handed them over to the forest itself. So much greater than him.