08/03/2026 05:58

---

The way Call had stood there silently, not even asking a question or making an offer, just waiting for her to come down on the price, struck her as arrogant. They didn't invite us here, you know. Did I tell you worms make good butter? Po Campo said. He was writing a book on prophecy and rattled on about it as they all sat in the living room.

We can't just sit here, Call said. Watching him only made her long for Gus. For a moment she put her head under and opened her eyes, but it felt silly--to die in such an element was only ridiculous. She might lose him to the woman.