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Overnight
by Hepzibah "Eppie" Bix and by Feech
Sweatshirts came today.
This is a great thing, and cause for rejoicing, as
Kent put it when Alexander gave him the carbon and
pointed the way to the boxes.
I love it how we're all walking around in the same
color sweatshirts.
Lawrence Kelly had them designed by someone out in
California so we would have official Theatre Group
sweatshirts. They're red, silk-screened in yellow,
with "Firehouse Group" in big thick-line, thin-line
writing across the front and two masks (Comedy and
Tragedy, like in all the traditional Theatre things)
climbing or sliding down a firepole by their ribbons on
the back.
Alexander put a sweatshirt on his dog, Silence,
and the Dalmatian is running around whipping his tail
into people's legs and smiling like Dad does when he's
_really_ happy, and waiting for people to compliment
him.
I bend down by Silence and coo to him and talk
baby talk to him and rub his cheeks all in strange
directions and his tail just goes harder and harder.
I'm wearing Dad's sweatshirt, which hangs off me in a
way I like but which gets all of Silence's white hairs
on it easily since I didn't push it back up my arms.
I feel someone grab me from behind. "Sank HEa-Vun
forr Leetle _Muuules_," sings Dad. I shriek and kick
out at him. He _knows_ I hate it when he teases me
with that song, but I can't stop laughing anyway.
November is putting on her shirt over her
rehearsal blouse and stops to smile at me. Me and Dad,
actually. She does that a lot. Like we remind her of
somebody. I grin at her, but this gives Bix-Daddy time
to grab my hands and pull his shirt down over my wrists
and fingers so I have to fake-bite at him to try to
make my escape. He keeps singing like Maurice
Chevalier, and he says I should be glad to have a
father who sings to his Little Mule. I stick my tongue
out at him. Silence goes down into a play-bow, and
November laughs.
We're having an overnight tonight, for celebration
of the halfway point of a new show.
I like that about us Theatre People: we celebrate
everything.
Gabriel always says that we are also tragic about
everything, but I told him that's why we have the
Comedy and Tragedy masks, to show our dual nature. He
nodded and said I was right.
Dad finally lets me go, which he always has to do
eventually because I have loads more energy than he
does, or so he says. "Whooof," he says, shaking his
head quickly, "go torment Kent or somebody; I'm done
with you."
"Hmf," I say, "serves you right. And you have to
watch your heart. You shouldn't be _taxing_ it that
way." I do worry about him, sometimes. It can't hurt
to be firm.
"The exercise does it good," he tells me. "Sank
Heeav-un--"
I plow into him and jump up onto his feet so he
has to stop singing just to get me off. "All right!
All right!" he shouts. "I give! I told you I was
done, anyway."
"Then quit _teeeasing_ me."
"You got it, Gigi-Eppie."
I just look at him _real_ hard for that one, then
let it go.
This is fun; it always is. It might be a quiet
night or there might be a lot of rowdy games, or both.
I kind of hope for a little of each. I like the time
to be with the other actors, because some of them will
talk to me like the Friedmanns never did, even though
the Friedmanns were nice. They just had so many things
and kids to deal with sometimes and they _never_ stayed
up all night in a Theatre.
Andrea comes up behind Bix, now, and hugs _him_
around the middle. I watch them carefully. There are
things there that I wish I knew more about, but I'm not
sure whether Dad knows I want to know. Andrea... I
don't know too well yet. I like her, though. And if
this really works out then I really _will_ be Hepzibah
Bix. I cross my fingers, which is kind of a habit I've
gotten into when I watch them together.
What's the difference between them and Murphy and
Irina, the good difference that I should be looking
for?
Bix-Dad always says not to worry. He says
everything's _just fine_. But didn't my other dad
think that? And that didn't work out fine at _all_.
How can you tell the difference?
Kent Dryer and Gabriel Carter walk into the lobby
area in kind of a strange way, for them: Kent is
hanging onto Gabriel's arm and looking distracted. I
open my nostrils a little wider to get the scent of
them, and November and Dad do, too. "You okay, Kent?"
Andrea asks, when she sees us all sniffing at him like
that.
"Oh, yeah, sure," he tells us. He pulls at the
collar to his red sweatshirt a little bit and shakes
his head. Then he keeps talking. "I don't know...
I'm going downstairs. I have that
transform-seizure-thing coming on again... I think. I
feel fine, though."
Gabriel looks at me and smiles kind of twitchily.
I smile back. I hope he won't need to stay with Kent
_all_ night, or at least that I can spend some time
with them.
I can charm Gabe into telling me anything.
Besides, at my size, there's only one person in
the Firehouse Group here at the Kelly Theatre who can
actually let me sit on his lap and snuggle for any kind
of reasonable amount of snuggling time. Even Dad would
rather hand me over to Gabriel for snuggling, and
sometimes I think he knows what we talk about...
Sometimes. But I'm not sure. But I wonder whether
_Dad_ would tell me, if I asked. Sometimes he smells
afraid around me, but I believe him when he says he
loves me. Gabriel isn't afraid-- he smells like...
Like... A wildebeest, I guess. Andrea... I'm not
sure yet. All I know is it's hard to know what's going
to work out, sometimes.
Where does Dad get his good feeling about this
whole thing, and how can I get one, too? I want to
feel like he does-- he smells like a show all the time.
Like a feeling-good show, like during the split-second
just before all the applause. He _knows_ it's all
fine, and I can tell he means it when he says "love".
I know he means it because, the first time he said
it to me, it was the middle of the night and he came
back down the hallway to my room after he and Andrea
had already said good-night to me separately. He did
that thing where he makes circles on the carpet with
his toe and hides his hands behind his back and finally
he said he had something to say to me.
I knew Andrea reminded him to say it, but I didn't
care. It felt great. I hugged her without any reason
that she could see the next day, and she smelled
surprised but then she sort of smiled in a different
way than she does for work, and hugged me back very
carefully.
That's another reason I like Gabe-- he's not too
careful. And if I "turn on the charm" I can get him to
tell me things that help when I'm not sure.
I mean, Dad has been wrong before. Dead wrong.
What if he's wrong again? But I think I can believe
him when he says it's all right... It's all three of
us, forever an' ever Amen, but he _was wrong_... my
other dad Murphy was dead...
I still feel good, though. I'm a happy kid.
Everyone says so, and I've thought about it and they're
pretty much right. I just hope hope hope it can _stay_
this way.
How can you tell without asking if someone is
going to get married? _I_ can't tell. I figure most
adults would be better at that sort of thing than I am,
but I kind of help out where I can. It can't hurt to
remind him to kiss Andrea, just like she reminds him to
remind me he loves me. I think we make a good team,
the three of us, don't you think?
Gabe and Kent have gone downstairs and some of the
actors, November included, have started some sort of a
tag game in the audience space, so I join them. Dad
and Andrea play for a little while, then they just
watch, then they play some more, then Dad says that
_he's_ going downstairs and see what Alexander and
German have on the vid-feed. I go with them to see
what Gabe is doing and to find out what's going on with
Kent.
Daniel is down there, eating little bits of
crackers and spread and crab from a tiny paper plate.
He's standing in the corner of Alexander's main room,
and Dad and German and Alexander are lined up like
Previous Dad Friedmanns' brothers on Thanksgiving for
the football games. I take a plate and pile some food
on, then pick at it with my legs crossed, sitting in
front of the couch.
Silence checks out my plate, but he doesn't touch,
which is more than I can say for some _big_ Dalmatians'
manners, so I give him a fingertip of crab dip to lick.
He smells happy.
There's nothing really good on the vid-feed, but
Dad and German and Alexander seem interested. I step
over German's legs and go quietly back to Daniel.
"Where did Gabe and Kent go?"
"Costume Shop," he says, reaching over and putting
my shirt-tag back in for me. Dad's shirt is so big
that it keeps folding out backwards.
"Is Lindy coming?"
"No... I went home for dinner with her, remember?
When the rest of you ate here? Maybe next time."
He sees that I'm disappointed. I really like
Lindy, plus, she's another one that I'm curious about.
Things are pretty slow in here, and the game was
on its tenth or twelfth round or something upstairs so
more people are getting tired (_already_...) and coming
in a few at a time to talk a little in front of the
vid-feed. Before you know it, they'll all be asleep.
Well, maybe they'll get their second winds. I've been
drinking soda so I can stay up in case anything cool
happens.
I go to the costume shop and see Kent and Gabe
playing Othello... Well, actually, Gabe is moving the
pieces around and Kent is just leaning on the table
with his face on his hands and watching. I go and lean
on his shoulder and watch, too.
"Want to play, Eppie?" Kent asks after a moment.
I think about it, then shake my head. "Not with
_you_. You'll beat me. I'll play Gabe."
He grins, and says, "Just as well. I don't know
how long I'm going to be articulate, anyway."
I take in a deep breath right over him to see if
there's really nothing wrong. I know that lots of
people who have SCABS change... November can do it,
but she just says she's going to do it and then does
it. I don't see how Kent can feel perfectly fine and
then turn into a wolf, with only a little feeling
beforehand to tell him when.
I must smell concerned, because Gabe says, "Here,
Eppie, you take this chair and play me a game, while
Kent takes care of himself."
Kent growls at me, pretending to be a werewolf
changing, but I just laugh and suddenly I feel better.
He does feel okay. If anyone in this place is nervous
about it, it's Gabe. I decide to help Gabe distract
himself with the Othello game.
Eventually, Kent just gets up and leaves. "Be
right back," he says, real quietly. Gabriel moves an
ear, but he just keeps looking at the green felt on the
board and his scent turns a little sour.
"Gabriel," I whisper, holding onto a plastic piece
that I'm about to put in the tray, "is he okay? Are
you? Does this happen a lot at home?"
"Mm, no," Gabriel says. "No, Ep, he's _never_
changed since he met me, to my knowledge, and while
_he_ is okay, _I_ am a little nervous."
I pat the wildebeest-man's hand. "It's okay,
Gabe, I'm sure Kent can take care of himself."
"That's what Kent says."
A few moves later, he's back. Just like that. He
comes back to the chair he was in and hops in, turning
his ears to the board, then leaning over the table to
lick Gabe, who is looking at him and forgetting to take
his next move.
Kent smells very strongly of himself, except now
female, and is very small. He's pretty cute. All
light-colored and with the same eyes as he has
everyday. I sing quietly to myself because the room is
very quiet. Gabe keeps staring at Kent.
Then Kent gets off the chair and goes to sit in
Gabe's lap, which he can fit now that he's not much
bigger than Silence.
She, I mean. Kent is a she when he's a wolf.
"Um, do you want to play?"
I feel a little shy, asking Gabe to continue like
that, when he has Kent-the-wolf on his lap and he's not
paying much attention. But he nods to me.
"Sure, Ep, fine, let's play."
After awhile, as we get into the game, Gabe begins
to gradually calm down and he even ruffles Kent's
light-grey ears once in awhile.
I win. Twice. Kent opens her jaws a little way
and makes a dog-smile like Dad's, only it looks like
Kent's. It's kind of like... Kent in make-up. I wish
I could come up with something more _literarily_
_appropriate_ than that, but it's hard. It's hard
describing SCABS.
I'm a red half-mule, by the way. And I'm getting
to be quite an attractive young lady, bursting with
talent, and that makes me about the easiest person to
describe around here.
It gets to be late, and I get that feeling that
comes with drinking soda and then getting the caffeine
and sugar buzz a few hours later. Kent yawns, and
eventually she leaps very softly onto the floor, with
even her pads and her claws barely making a sound...
One thing I am not, so often, is as quiet as Kent is
right now.
The wolf stretches and yawns some more, and
flattens her ears back and swivels them around.
"Tired, Kent?" Gabriel asks.
Kent nods. She gives us each a lick on our hands,
reaching up to nuzzle us, then finds a spot near the
stock rack to sprawl out on the tile like Silence likes
to do sometimes. I've laid on tiles, and they're cool
and relaxing. It's nice to see Kent laid out and
breathing little breaths in through her black nose.
I look at Gabe. He's looking at me, knowing what
I'm going to ask for. He always knows, even though
sometimes he's distracted with other things. He says
he likes to talk to me, even though I ask tough
questions. I don't see what's so tough about them.
He's had years of being an adult to have them all
figured out.
I wait a minute longer. Then he says, "Did you
have something you wanted to talk about?"
I nod, and get up immediately and slide my feet
across the floor with my hands behind my back so it's
not like I'm just jumping into his lap like a terrible
flirt, like Andrea says I am with all these poor men,
but he just laughs and practically takes me right off
my feet anyway and settles me on his strong legs.
Yeah, Dad's strong, but he'd rather not be
compared to Gabe too much. And it's nice to be a
_little_ girl to _someone_. It's been kind of like,
boom, you have SCABS, all of a sudden you're not the
size of kid you can just pick up and kiss anymore. I
don't really mind, but sometimes I miss it.
"What's eating ya, Eppie?"
"Gabe?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
I put a few strands of his wildebeest beard around
my finger and twirl them up into a tight curl. Then I
do another section. "Gabe... Do you love Kent?"
"Yeah."
"In what way?"
"In what _way_? Um, _love_, you know, like
_love_."
"No, I don't," I say. "Talk to me."
"Pfff... What do you want to hear? Is this about
the homosexuality and human rights issues and Living in
Sin discussion that we had last show?"
"No," I say, still twirling the tan hairs, "I
think I've got that one figured out. I _think_ I've
decided that it's okay for Andrea and Bix to be, you
know, to be... living in the same house with one bed
and all that."
Gabriel sighs. He sounds relieved. "If you're
sure. Because we could talk about it some more. But I
was afraid I was getting into areas maybe your dad and
you should cover together."
I kind of rock myself in Gabe's lap until he holds
onto me and rocks me, taking the hint. "Dad never
knows what I want to ask."
"You should tell him. He's crazy about you."
I lift my face up almost to his lips. "Aren't
_you_?"
He chuckles, in his deep voice. "Of course, who
isn't."
"So talk to me."
"Kent. Love."
"Right."
Kent's ear flicks when Gabe says her name out like
that, and she lifts her head a little, but then just
nods at us and stretches back out under the hems of the
stock costumes.
"I love Kent like a person loves a lover..."
I tug at the red collar of his sweatshirt, which
has to have a special neckline just so he can get it
on. "Not fair. That's using the term in the
definition."
"Damn public school grammar, anyway."
"And that's swearing."
"All right, all right, I'm sorry, and I'm
_getting_ to the point. You sort of cut me off,
there."
I just look at him sweetly and wait.
"We love each other like lovers. We don't date
anyone else, for example. We're _committed_ to each
other. Remember that part of the talk from last time?"
I nod. I wrap a few more strands from his beard
around my fingers and thumbs, and lean into the
rocking.
"Okay, Eppie, and I want you to know you _should_
tell your dad what we talk about here, because
sometimes he _is_ shy to ask me, and I'm shy to tell
him. Okay? We're actors and we're adults and we're
professionals and you shame us all with your honesty."
I look up at him. He stares for a minute, then
clears his throat and continues.
"Okay. We're committed to each other. We like
each other's company. We're best friends. What's the
purpose for the question, Ep? Where do you want me to
head with this?"
All right, I may as well ask. No use beating
around the bush. "Do you have sex?"
He pretends to be very, very interested in
untangling his beard from my hands for a second. "Hum.
Uhm, Yes. Yes, we do."
I think about that, but it's hard to picture.
"Can SCABS really have sex?"
A new scent, one like when he's done a line right
for the first time, fills up my nose from the area
around Gabe's neck. I like this smell; it means we're
on a good wavelength; the same wavelength. "_I_ see,"
he says. "Okay. Yes. SCABS can have sex."
"But... Gabe."
"Yes, Hon?"
"Irina-- that's my other mother's name-- not the
Friedmanns... Irina, she... she had-- had sex. With
Murphy, my other dad."
He just nods and listens.
"But, Gabe, she died. Did you know that?"
He nods. "I know."
"You know? Did my dad talk to you?"
"Yes, he did. Bix and I had a long talk about
that, and I think I know quite a bit of the story.
But, Eppie, I think what is most important for you to
know right now is that... Is that..." the
wildebeest-man reaches back and scratches behind one of
his horns, and smells a little nervous again.
"Is that what?"
"Okay, listen, and if I say something your dad
told you is wrong, don't listen, okay?"
I think so... I nod. "Okay."
"All right. What I am _not_ telling you is to go
out and have sex--"
I laugh. After a moment, he chuckles too.
"Okay," he says, "I see we've gotten that far.
Okay. But it wasn't the sex that... killed Irina, all
right? SCABS can have sex, Norms can have sex. Bad
things can happen, but it's not because of the SCABS.
It's because you have to want the sex and be happy with
it, and admit that you want the sex."
He looks surprised at himself for having talked so
long, and he also looks as though he isn't sure that
made any sense. I work it over in my own mind.
"Like you did," I say. "Just now."
"Mmm...hm?"
"I asked you and you said you have sex with Kent.
Right? Like not telling lies. Essentially."
He looks amused for some reason, but also pleased,
with both of us. "Yeah! Yeah, something like that.
Honesty. Are we beginning to answer your questions?"
I chew absently on his beard hairs for a moment.
He never seems to mind that. He nuzzles the stiff mane
on the top of my head.
"I think so," I say. "But how do SCABS have sex?"
Gabe shakes his head a little. "Whoa. _Big_
question. Really want me to try on this one?"
I nod, and rub my head and ears against him to
make sure he won't change his mind on account of not
enough cuteness to make him go through with it. I
figure that's fair. We all have our talents.
"Oooo--kay... Okay."
Daniel walks into the Costume Shop, claiming too
many people in Alexander's place.
"You two look comfy," he smiles. "And where's--"
Gabe nods towards Kent under the costumes, and
Daniel looks, gets kind of a startled expression on his
face, then clears that off and sits down on the floor
by Kent. "Hey. Didn't recognize you."
Gabe and I both watch Kent turn herself around a
little so she can put her muzzle on Dan's knee. It's a
nice thing to see, like some of the things Daniel has
been able to do in rehearsal this show. He hasn't
hissed at me once. He's really a nice man, and he
doesn't even look like a snake.
"Daniel, want to help me answer a question?" Gabe
smiles a little.
"What question?" Dan touches the spot between
Kent's furry ears. Kent moves her head so the touch
will turn into a scratch.
"How," Gabe says like German setting us up for
some difficult and dramatic move, "do _SCABS_ have
_sex_."
Dan chuckles nervously, but he grins and I know
he's not mad at me for asking and Gabe for bringing him
into it.
"That depends on the SCAB," he says.
"Well I could get _that_ far myself," Gabe snorts
in his fake-angry way. He looks down at Kent, who
looks up at him and grins again. "Lucky bitch," he
says to her. "You get out of this one entirely."
"You swore," I say.
"Sorry."
"Lindy and I have sex like a man having sex with a
male frog," Daniel tells us, as if that's all there is
to say.
I wrap my arms around Gabe's strong neck, but I
stare at Daniel, wishing he would say more. The rest
of us can't even _touch_ Lindy. She's poisonous to
_touch_. But this man goes to bed with her every
night.
He sees me looking. "You really want to know,
don't you."
I nod. I'm a little embarrassed to say it, but I
add, "I may want to get married someday, myself."
Gabe makes a nice sound in his throat, like a sort
of grumbling hum, and breathes gently on me. "You'll
have _no_ problems there, Eppie-Hon."
"But I won't know what to do."
"There's still something else, isn't there."
"Mm, I'm just curious," I say. But Gabe takes my
fingers from his beard again and says, "It's something
now."
"Well, sorta."
"I can tell you more," Daniel speaks up again,
"but it won't apply to you or anyone else you know
except that I never had sex with a frog before, let
alone a male of _any_ species, and somehow we manage
it." He ruffles up Kent's cheeks boldly, like I did to
Silence before, only with a kind of bold expression
like he's doing something really brave. And I guess he
is. He's scared of a lot of things.
"Dan's right," says Gabe, and Kent-the-wolf nods
again and wags her tail a little as she looks up at me.
"It's going to come down to what feels right. You'll
figure out something. I guess the trick is... Well,
the trick is..."
"Oh, watch out, Gabe is going to Dispense Wisdom,"
Dan grins. I hold my head back from Gabe almost until
his hands are the only thing keeping me balanced, and
smile, too.
"Okay, be wise, Gabriel," I tell him.
"I was _going to say_... The trick is, I guess,
to _listen_ to the other person. Kent's good at that."
Kent gives kind of a pleased whimper.
The wildebeest-man keeps talking. "If you listen
to the other person, and they're _any_ kind of SCAB,
they can tell you what they want. Norms, too. Eppie,
I don't know how much of this your father told you,
probably not much. But he and I have had some of the
same problems before and we talked about it...
Sometimes, Ep, people don't talk about what they want.
They don't... Get _creative_."
"Like improv," I say.
"Yes! Like improv!" Gabe again has that relieved
scent and Dan slaps the floor once with the palm of his
hand like we've scored a point in a game or something.
"And... like it changes every time," I say.
"Yes! Good girl. Okay. So if you know your
species..."
"Mule," I say.
"Or dog..."
"Dad," I say.
"Right. If you know, then you listen, and you
figure it out. Just don't go doing this experimentally
or anything, okay? Your dad would try to kill me."
I know he means "try", too. Boy, _that_ would be
a fight. I just smirk at Gabe and then pull his
forehead down and kiss him. "I won't, Sillybeest."
He shakes away from the kiss and looks very
serious. "What did you ask all this for? What do you
want to know?"
"Why do _you_ ask me all these questions?" I look
at him hard, right back.
"I just want to know what you need, Eppie." He
knows how to tell what I'm thinking, all right.
I lean in a little closer to Gabe's ear under one
of his horns and whisper, "I don't want to ask Dan. I
just want to ask you."
Dan looks up when I lean in, and right away he
covers his ears. "I'm not listening!" He starts
singing the "Skimbleshanks" song from _Cats_. I laugh.
He quiets down a little, but he still keeps his ears
covered. Kent lifts her nose a little way in the air
and starts a howl to go with the song. Gabe looks at
me. "Sure you can talk with this going on?"
"Sure!"
"Okay, what is it?"
"Gabe."
"Hepzibah."
"What does sex... Smell like?"
He coughs. "What does sex _smell_ like?"
I wish he would quit trying to repeat what I've
asked. I mean, I know it's all part of Good Listening
Skills, but I'm sitting right here on his lap, for
Pete's sake. "Yes." I nod. "What does it smell like.
Can you tell me?"
It's important for me to know. I need some more
hints as to what's going on around me. Us little mules
need to know, too.
Dan and Kent look at each other, nod, and start in
on "Mr. Mistoffelees." Dan is not quite on the right
key, though, because he can't hear Kent howl very well
with his ears covered. Kent is working on matching
him.
Gabriel's voice just naturally hums sometimes,
before he starts speaking, kind of like Alexander's
vodor crackles before the words. He hums now, and then
sighs. "Well, again, Eppie, it would depend on the
person and the sex. I take it you want my opinion."
I nod. Why else would I ask him?
He looks off to one side and thinks for a bit. I
watch him think. Sometimes the way people's faces look
when they think can tell you how to hear the words when
they come out. Mostly, Gabe is just telling the truth.
I mean, he can be angry, and I've seen him angry
before. But then he's still telling the truth.
I turn my ears forward and Gabe smiles. He likes
to see me paying attention. "Okay," he says at last.
"Fruit peels."
"Fruit peels?"
He shrugs, like he would answer something else if
he could, but he says it again. "Fruit peels. Like
the insides of the bitter part. _But_-- and this is a
big but--"
I nod.
"_But_-- _nothing_ _really_ smells like sex.
Okay? That's why they write all those desperate poems
about how you just can't describe it."
"Okay..." I slide a little, almost off Gabe's
knee, and he rocks me backward as if he's going to let
me fall and then quickly brings me forward again.
"Okay, but it's different for everybody."
"Right."
"Can I uncover my ears now?" asks Dan, hopefully,
still looking very silly with his hands as tight as he
can get them against his head.
Gabe looks at me.
"Sure," I say.
We nod to Daniel, and he sighs and leans back
against the lowest bar of the stock rack and kicks his
shoes off. "Making any progress?"
"We think so," says Gabe.
"Tha's good."
Kent makes some high sound in her throat and rolls
partway onto one side.
"Flirt," says Gabe. Kent blinks, a lot the way I
do when I have a very important point to make.
"Gabe." I'm whispering again, even though I don't
really care if Dan and Kent are listening to me. I
kind of am afraid Dad might come in and hear me, and I
want to talk to Gabe about this because sometimes Dad
_does_ smell scared around me. Scared in a sweet way,
but still not so I can ask things like this. At least,
not quite.
He whispers back in my mule-ear. "Yes."
"Gabe, I think Bix and Andrea have sex."
He nods a small nod, right by my face. "Mm-hm,
yes, I'm almost sure they do, too."
I whisper even quieter. "How?"
He makes me give him eye contact. "Now, remember,
we just talked about this. They have sex the way
that's right for them, or at least, I hope they do.
They have Dalmatian morph and Norm woman sex, all
right?"
I press a little closer against Gabe and nod. I
think about it a little bit more. "Sometimes, when I
see one of them after they've been alone or at night,
they smell like that. Like you said."
"Really?" Gabe turns both his ears in towards me.
"Cool. I was thinking I probably made a comparison
that made no sense."
"Gabe?"
"What?"
"They smell best then."
He really smiles, then. "You've been worrying
about this."
I kind of push my head down into his neck. For
some reason, I'm embarrassed again.
"You wanted to know if you had it pegged right?"
I nod. Our furs kind of rub a little against each
other.
"They smell best then," I say, very, very quietly
in case Bix or Andrea comes in. "I knew they were
happy. But to be married they have to have sex. I
mean, I thought they had sex. I mean, but I didn't
know..."
"If they smell good to you then, you're probably
getting it right. You're a sharp kid, Eppie, you know
that. They're likely having what people call 'good
sex' and you don't have to worry about figuring it out
for them."
I tilt my face a little and look at him.
"Sometimes I worry about you adults," I say.
He nods, very seriously. "Good for you. It pays
to check into these things. We adults can be very
difficult cases."
"Gabe," I say, "I'm proud of you. You handled
this very well."
His eyes get wide for a second, but then he gets a
sort of surprised smile on his face. "Well, thanks,
Eppie. Thanks for this."
"No problem. Thank you."
I pick up his hand and turn it over and kiss it,
then jump off his lap and start pulling him to the
door. "Let's see what they're doing in the living room
again."
Gabe gets up slowly, with me pulling him, but when
we look at Dan and Kent we see that Dan has his eyes
closed and his mouth open. I go over and kick him
(_lightly_) on the bottom of one of his feet. "Hey,
Dan. Get up, Daniel."
Kent rolls over on her back lazily, but Gabe just
reaches down and picks her up. She pants happily.
Eventually Dan blinks a few times and rubs the sides of
his mouth and agrees to go back to Alexander's main
room again, even if it is the most crowded place
tonight.
"Come on." I take Daniel's hand, since Gabriel is
carrying Kent-that-he-loves. My dad's sweatshirt keeps
coming down around my wrist and wrapping partway around
Dan's hand, too.
The room with the vid-feed is half-loud, where
people on one end are talking, and half-quiet, where
some people are snacking and watching the vid-feed or
sleeping. November Divosijli is in her small
tortoiseshell shape, watching the vid-feed while her
eyes open and close slowly. She's sitting in Mrs.
Casey's seat. I've sat in Mrs. Casey before. She's
very nice, even if she is a chair.
German sees me and the others coming in and makes
room on the couch, not much, but enough to get us all
in if we squash and hug. Dan goes to one end of the
couch near an end table and leans his back on it, on
the floor. I crawl in with Kent and Gabe between
Alexander, who has Silence in the sweatshirt sitting on
his lap, and Dad, who is leaning in the other direction
on Andrea. I like the feel of Gabe's fur and Kent's
fluffy tail on one side and Alexander's rough scales on
the other.
Pretty soon I'm all snuggled down in the red
"Firehouse Group" sweatshirt with that super-soft layer
that _new_ sweatshirts have.
I watch the vid-feed for about four more minutes
before that's all I remember of the overnight.