We didn’t want to take turns, for once. They couldn’t stand the both of us looking at them, touching them the way each of us wanted to touch them, instead of pretending one of us had control of both hands. …
Senator Minotaur stands at the entrance of the hedge maze behind his house, the one his therapist (who only his wife knows about) recommended installing. A drop splashes on the tip of his left horn, another one on his …