I do. And to say thank you for the card.”
Brigid turned the box over in her hand, speechless for a moment. Pornhat Boys will be boys. Hours of hot, sweaty, naked, unseemly secrets passed in the hallowed corners of the tomb. After a while the crying stopped and they sat on the couch, leaning on one another. Oh my—”
“God? And of course I’m 28 now. There were plenty of other noises coming from the next room now, including lots of giggles and moans, but Brigid ignored them all and concentrated instead on the pleasing animal scent of Agnes’ wriggling form. He was unbuttoning his fly. But I can’t do this alone.”
Brigid sighed, but she squeezed his hand back.
