Fidget - semi-naked

 


Fate . Chapter 1. Modega shifted around nervously in his chair, his dark, hooded eyes darting here and there, seemingly trying to keep an eye on every she-devil and ...

The next morning was typical. I unloaded the dishwasher, explained long division, defended my right to listen to a CD of Tibetan throat singing, feigned patience while listening to a child’s original knock knock jokes, discussed the ethics of phone screening with my eight-year-old (who considered it a politeness violation to let it ring) and took photographs of my daughter dissecting a sheep eyeball for a biology project.