PhiChapter 3
Sunday morning was gray and rainy and should have been miserable. Instead, it was glorious. We lay abed, entwined, listening to the rain pelt off the windows. At one point, Drat came to the bedroom door and simply stared, balefully, then went away, silent; smart cat, which is probably redundant. Wind rattled the big, draped bedroom window. We sighed and shifted, making ourselves comfortable in each other's arms - and legs - and hands - and - And at some point she was crouched over my...