But for the knife that he found under the mattress, compass set into the
handle, serrated edge glinting, he might have forgotten those wings,
which drooped near to the floor now.
Footsteps crossing between the master bedroom and the bathroom. Pausing
at the top of the stairs. A soft cough.
"Alan?"
"It's okay, Mimi," he said.
She came down in a pair of his boxer shorts, with the topsheet
complicatedly draped over her chest in a way that left her wings
free. Their tips touched the ground.
"This is my brother Bentley," Adam said. "I told you about him."
"You can see the future," she said reproachfully.
"You have wings," he said.
She held out her hand and he shook it.
"I want breakfast," she said.
"Sounds good to me," Brent said.
Alan nodded. "I'll cook."
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He made pancakes and cut up pears and peaches and apples and bananas for
fruit salad.
"This reminds me of the pancake house in town," Bart said. "Remember?"
Adam nodded. It had been Ed-Fred-George's favorite Sunday dinner place.
"Do you live here now?" Mimi said.
Alan said, "Yes." She slipped her hand into his and squeezed his
thumb. It felt good and unexpected.
"Are you going to tell her?" Billy said.
She withdrew her hand. "What is it." Her voice was cold.
Billy said, "There's no good comes of keeping secrets. Krishna and Davey
are planning to attack Kurt.
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