We went inside. Gabriel requested a two-fold cone of mint chocolate chip. I requested a more courteous replica of blueberry cheesecake and mocha almond whirl.
Squatting at a table by the windows, we ate our sugary candies in more stillness.
Finally, he said, "You are silent today."
I turned on him in surprise, halting in my mental dissection of nephilim.
"That is a switch."
"What is?"
"Usually I suppose you are too quiet. I have to chat and chat to keep things going."
"I have discovered. Er, I did not imply that like it came out. That sounded awful. You talking is a nice thing. You always recall what to say. Precisely the right thing at just the right time."
"Not previous night. I said terrible things previous night. To Wilson and Shaman both. They will never pardon me," I bemoaned.
"Sure they will. Wilson is a decent guy. I don't honestly know Shaman, but…"
"But what?"
