“I don't have no problem.” “Sure seem like you do.” He shook his head, a fractional gesture, noticeable only due the couple's proximity. “Well, I don't. Was you what started yappin.” She folded her arms below her breasts, turning slightly away, staring at nothing, muttering, “Fine.” “Yeah. It is. Why you being this way, Lyla? Ain't… Continue reading Time-Eaters