"Sure."
"Say it like you mean it."
"I'm never going to say it like I mean it."
"I know," Emi said, and kissed me one more time, fast, and then shoved my chest until I stepped back, which worked only because I let it. She slid off the counter and turned around and picked up the rolling pin and immediately dropped it.
Maki hopped up onto the stool by the breakfast bar and sat with her tails wrapped around her paws like a magistrate settling in for a hearing.
You should have kept going. She wanted you to. Her scent went sharp when you picked her up.
Not in the kitchen where seventeen people eat.
You have no ambition. Also I want tuna.
You had tuna Tuesday.
That was Tuesday. This is a new week and a new tuna and my needs are ongoing.
