It ought to be Dance’s twin curled up in the clinic bed. But this man isn’t identical. Dance says he calls Seung Older Brother in Korean, and it fits. Seung looks older, more weather-beaten, heavier through the shoulders and torso, …
“Okay, I got some good news and some bad news. Question is, do you want me to tell you by yourself, or share it with Peach and Keisha?”
Seung blinked at Doctor Alexander. The painkiller was starting to take the …
Next afternoon, Seung couldn’t make himself do it. All he wanted to do is roll in her scent and lick her skin, especially when she pulled down her sweatpants and presented that soft skin along the curve of her butt …
It was fucking noisy the next day. Keisha stared at the window. She’d never been a morning person. She was more the midnight party sort of gal. But it was dawn. Somebody showed up at dawn with a weedtrimmer and …
“So I guess you got some issues,” his Boss said.
Seung mumbled into her neck.
“You okay, Dance? Good. And thanks. I’m gonna take this guy home now, cool him off.” She gripped Seung’s hair, tugged at him. “Manners, my …
Dance was in the water ahead of Seung, swimming hard in the other direction away from the truck, back up toward the clinic dock.
Seung wasted some moments getting his ribs to work again, whooping for air, and then he …
More people stood by the houseboat rail, staring and pointing. Emma was out there with her mouth open–talking–and Keisha was just watching, grinning her widest grin.
Seung said, “I’m hungry. Show me simple things here. Mudbugs, yes?”
Dance nodded. “Back …
“Older brother, there is good hunting tonight, I would like to share it with you.” Dance said, and then repeated it in English for Keisha. “He would benefit from the exercise, if that’s acceptable,” he added in her direction.
“Feel …
Hal blinked. His pupils were changing. Sliding round, going oddly-shaped, as if he was halfway turning into a goat.
Seung propped his head into his hand as if he was about to go to sleep. “I got back to lockup …
“I was born this way, here in the swamp, maybe from wild stuff dumped out here.” Hal shrugged.
“Made by the swamp?” Keisha said softly.
“Yeah, I guess so. So yeah, I ain’t always this normal-looking. I can’t stay just …