“Look. It’s just—” I peered beyond her at the small lake, to where the gaunt creature had been standing only a moment before. “I’ve never seen such a thing, that’s all. It’s like—it’s like you were praying to it. Worshipping.”
She started walking toward me, toward the Frank Lloyd Wright-styled house. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not a wise thing, that’s for sure.” I gave her a wide birth as she passed completely by me and entered the house. “I mean, you saw its ribs. That animal is starv—”
“Allosauruses don’t swim, normally,” she called.
“Yeah? Well.” I heard something splash and refocused on the water. “I don’t normally watch women in their private moments, either. Regardless: showing yourself to it like that is—” I started to turn, “It’s like putting up a giant billboa
