Chapter 3Summer was slowly turning into autumn. The days were growing shorter and there was a slight chill in the evening air. Clay looked forward to winter, for the winters were mild. There was no snow, no minus-zero temperatures, and plenty of days when the sun was out despite the low temperatures. There were days of rain, but more often than not, perhaps due to climate change, spring had become wetter than winter.
But regardless of the weather, Vincent had to go out and hunt. And curious though Clay was, he never asked Vincent about that part of his life. Mainly it was because he didn’t want the details to taint how he felt about Vincent, but it was also because he wasn’t sure he’d enjoy hearing the answers, and, as the old saying went, once you hear something, you can’t unhear it.
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