Mort gave him a glance of contempt, resisted the urge to hug his lover, shook his hand manfully and, with his back to the father, pursed his lips in a secret kiss and soft smile. I understand, Zoltan, and theres no need to apologise, honestly. I still think youre a great guy. Im glad youre going to live with your father, but its a shame its so far away. What about your mother?
Angelos expression was wary. Its bizarre you should say that; I always feel the same, so I try to behave as naturally as the rest of the animals.
Morts clothes didnt fit the standards required for Oasis, so he joined Arch in his wardrobe and they donned clean shorts, well pressed shirts and neat leather sandals, then wandered down an avenue of flowering trees past a dozen or so villas invisible behind walls and dense planting. It was quiet; the only sounds came from birds and cicadas. In the distance a laugh and a faint splash. The avenue opened out to a paved area shaded by giant benjamina fig trees. Through the trees on all four sides could be seen what looked like classical ruins. He and Arch were the only people there.
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