Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

"i vould not ask vomen who find me ... suitable as a mate to be the mother of my children in this vay," mahler intoned, already lying both to himself and sarah. takiyok he set his sights upon, but not only her; ketzia. not only as the ones to bring forth new life in diaspora, but wives. he respected each of them enough to do so, and perhaps sharing him would quell their tension.
for all his intelligence, mahler was a stupid beast at times.
"you may vell be right, sarah, but i vill not have it said that i entered into such agreements under pretense. i vould make a good father, not a husband." those times were past, were over — he suspected it would never be for him again.
the smile that lit her moonbeam eyes charmed mahler; he gave a light chuckle. "oh, but you are a tease."