Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 7
“Well ... she might,” Tyche said.
“Why would she do that?” Eva asked.
“Because Cassandran women like a high hard one ... just like mom,” she said.
Eva gave her a look ... the Mom-look. “Just how old are you?”
“I am four,” she held up four digits ... in the American style ... thumb tucked under and four fingers extended. It was kind of shaky but she got it done.
Krys realized what was coming next, “Don’t ask ... she’ll tell you.”
Too late ... and stubbornness, “What would a four year old know about the ‘high hard one?’”
Krys said, “They live on a sailboat ... not a lot of privacy.”
“Oh, my ... chaos.”
“Yup ... here on Earth,” said Tyke. Then she giggled.
Eva was the one who blushed.
“You’re right ... I shouldn’t have asked.”
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