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Maybe she should’ve been more considerate, Towhee thought when a careworn Leto and sleepy Delos appeared. She motioned them into the shade, mindful of whatever condition ailed the young man, and gave both of them long, assessing looks.

Shit. I’m sorry, she said, for not being a gracious host, then or now. But thanks for coming. I wanted to check on you both, see how you’re doing. Don’t be afraid to speak plainly.