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"Oh, shut up, wetbrain," snapped Ruth.) The bedroom door opened, and Melior emerged, the gorgeous embroidered linen shirt replaced by one of Michael's navy and khaki striped rugby shirts, making Melior look even more exotic, if possible. Michael followed, no sign of unease visible. "Ribs cracked, maybe, but the rest is just bruises," Michael announced to the room at large with a charming lack of self-consciousness. "Ro here was real lucky." Ruth saw Melior's mouth curve in on itself, ever so slightly. Melior didn't think he was lucky. And no one among these lunatics she called her friends had said anything about cat's eyes, pointed ears, or any elvish thing whatever. Ruth began, ever-so-slightly, to doubt her personal grip upon sanity. Seating five at the table meant using the two chairs, the step stool from the kitchen, the high stool with the straw seat from the living room, and arranging the table so that someone could perch precariously on the arm of the couch. Out of consideration for Melior's ribs, he was given one of the chairs. Ruth had the other. "Just a minute," said Michael, before they were all settled. He got up, went into the bedroom, and came back bearing a bottle. "Happy birthday, Ruth," he said, grinning. Ruth felt her eyes begin to tear; she forced her mouth into a smile before it could bend in another direction. "Bet you thought we'd forgot," crowed Naomi. "I didn't," Ruth protested. "But I didn't tell anyone." "I hacked into your records," Philip explained. "Thiny he let his voice trail off, as if unable to imagine such senescence. "Someday, my son, you, too, will be thirty-maybe," Michael said to Philip. "Well, open it and let's eat," Naomi said briskly. "And for dessert, there's birthday cake. I hid it behind the real food in the freezer because you and the roaches never look there." The wine was poured-even Philip took a little, and Philip disliked alcohol in a ll its forms. |
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