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“What's the aging process for your kind?” Doc asked“The natural life span?”
“We don't have one,” I told him“As long as we have a healthy host, we can live forever
A low murmur–angry? frightened? disgusted? I couldn't tell–swirled around the edges of the
caveI saw that my answer had been unwise; I understood what these words would mean to
them The low, furious word came from Sharon's direction, but she hadn't turned
Jamie squeezed my hand, seeing again in my eyes the desire to boltThis time I gently pulled
my hand free
“I'm not hungry anymore,” I whispered, though my bread sat barely touched on the counter
beside meI hopped down and, hugging the wall, made my escape
Jamie followed right behind meHe caught up to me in the big garden plaza and handed me the
remains of my bread
“It was real interesting, honest,” he told me“I don't think anyone's too upset
“Jeb put Doc up to this, didn't he?”
“You tell good storiesOnce everyone knows that, they'll want to hear themJust like me and
Jeb
“What if I don'twant to tell them?”
Jamie frowned“Well, I guess then… you shouldn'tBut it seems like you don't mind telling me
stories I could have said,You don't want to kill me, but the implications
would have upset him
“Once people get to know you, they'll all like you
“Ian and Doc do not like me, JamieThey're just morbidly curiousWe were to our room by