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Pah, said Sobo, slumping sulkily. Ya may be right, but why would da Njord choose someone like dat? He let his voice trail off into silence and chewed absentmindedly on his bottom lip. Da Njord certainly was not dumb, though his decisions lately displayed a concerning lack of forethought. Would it not have been easier to speak with his sons and daughters on the subject of Meerkat before bringing her home and thrusting her in everyone’s faces? Sobo might have warmed to the idea of her if she hadn't come into their lives with all the grace of a beached killer whale.

I t’ink she be plannin’ ta take da Njord away, he shared. Sobo didn’t know if Loko felt the same attachment to their father as he did, but was comfortable enough with his brother knowing it. They were children of Erzulie and Rosalyn, but Sobo had always felt he had two excellent mothers and a father. That Njord, his mothers, or his siblings might feel differently never entered his mind.