You can talk to me, too." "I do!" "But you say so little." "Women talk a great deal to one another. All this gossip and such. I am not a woman." "What do you do when you have to command your men?" She inquired, exasperated. "Grunt?
Don't go to sleep, Ginger-Sun." "Draz-" "I know," he muttered, "'Behave, Baz. She's been through a lot. And don't make a baby for at least three months.'" "They told you not to touch me for three months?" "Let's just say it was strongly suggested.
