Lone Star Mountain skittering goblets of bile

It was not an answer he would have expected. He is reminded of that fat woman, though. Surely ready to burst with children as well. A bitter taste blossomed in his mouth.

I suppose so. For what, was the question that loomed in his mind often — but not often enough to bother him.

When did he flee? He asked with the only knowledge of fathers to sons. Not familiar with any other way in his own background.