I hadn't really heard any of it. He held up his hand in almost the same gesture, and the yelling quieted. I couldn't do that. Shit, I said.
Food is the main problem, he told himself. Did I ask if she would care to be touched? No, Jean-Claude said, his voice was very still, and I felt him sinking away, even I shook my head. I stared into those compassionate lilac eyes, that soft, caring face, and I hated him.
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