On Mister Ceran


Lylah, Ceran and Cath

“I don’t like that man, Mister Ceran.”

“Which man, Lylah?”

She pointed at Cath.  “That one, Mister Man.”

“Oh, it’s just Cath.  He’ll be fine, Ly, if I promise not to torture him.”

And she crinkled her nose and nodded.  He would never lie.  And it was good, jus’ like he said it would be.  And Lylah was pleased.  She liked that man, Mister Ceran.

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