It was part lie and part truth. Marconi shook his head and said what I'd been thinking. But it was there, hanging exactly where Jason had said. I saw his father like an older clone of Richard himself, and most of his brothers, sitting at the table, passing a blue bowl.
I blinked at him and thought about it. But he relaxed against the bed. I rarely got in trouble by keeping my mouth shut. Good point.
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