But...you could have whatever you wished." "Exactly," he says, nuzzling my neck. "But," I say, "you could turn stones to rubies or ride in a fine gentleman's carriage." Kartik puts his hands on either side of my face. "To each his own magic," he says and kisses me again.
Libba BrayCash or check?โ he said cheekily. Even the dullest Ohio girls knew that bit of lingo: Kiss now or kiss later? โBankโs closed, pal.
Libba BrayHe told me that once, in the war, heโd come upon a German soldier in the grass with his insides falling out; he was just lying there in agony. The soldier had looked up at Sergeant Leonard, and even though they didnโt speak the same language, they understood each other with just a look. The German lying on the ground; the American standing over him. He put a bullet in the soldierโs head. He didnโt do it with anger, as an enemy, but as a fellow man, one soldier helping another.
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