Chapter 5
Shane was feeling rather exhausted. Once she’d gotten over her joy at his news, his sister had turned into an accomplished interrogator. She questioned them about everything – where they’d met on-line, what they’d talked about, what they had in common, you name it. And of course he couldn’t let Whistle answer any of these queries, since the being was too innocent to understand just how bad this whole situation could get if Amanda became suspicious of them. Plus, their story wouldn’t gel if Whistle gave answers that were different than his. So he glibly made it seem that the blonde was rather shy and quiet, a person who was content to let Shane chatter on about their relationship without giving much input of his own.
He not only managed to sell his sister on the whole fabricated story, he cinched the deal when he reached out and took Whistle’s hand in his own. He looked deep into the crystalline-blue eyes, enthralled by something he saw there. The being smiled a little at him, and Shane was totally lost. He had a terrible urge to kiss Whistle, to taste those soft pink lips for the first time. He actually leaned forward to do so like a person in a trance. But his sister speaking brought him abruptly back to reality.
“Oh, you two are so cute!” she exclaimed as they both blinked and looked at her. “Sorry,” she added, putting a hand to her mouth. “I know I shouldn’t call guys ‘cute’, right? But you just are,” she added, beaming at them.
Shane took a deep breath and glanced at Whistle. The being was smiling at his sister in that bright way that he had, which always looked like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. “Well, you can call us cute if you want to, sis,” he replied. “We don’t mind. Right, Wes?”
Whistle nodded. But before she could reply, there was a sound from the bed and they all turned toward it. Matt’s eyes flickered open, and he moved groggily as he looked at the people gathered at the end of his hospital bed. “Mom, Uncle Shane,” he croaked. Then his eyes went to the blonde standing next to his uncle. “Who’s that?” he mumbled.
“Matt, this is your Uncle Shane’s boyfriend Wes. He just arrived to see Shane yesterday night – they’ve been dating on-line. Wes, this is my son, Matt.”
“Hello, Matt,” Whistle said to the boy. “You have hurt yourself?” he said with a nod at the cast on the boy’s arm.
Matt groaned again. “Yeah. I fell off my dirt bike and broke my arm in three places. It really hurts – and it sucks, too, since I’ll have to wear this thing for the entire summer,” he said in depression.
Whistle walked around the side of the bed and reached out. “May I look at the…cast?” he said as he found the right word for the plaster-of-paris covering the boy’s arm from wrist to upper arm.
“Sure. You can sign it later,” Matt told him. “Are you really Uncle Shane’s boyfriend?” he asked as the being set his hands on the cast and ran his fingers over it.
“Boyfriend. Yes, I am Shane’s ‘boyfriend’,” the blonde agreed.
“That’s cool. Uncle Shane’s a great guy,” the boy remarked with a glance at his relative. Shane looked a bit uncomfortable at this praise, while his sister smiled and patted his arm.
“Yes, Shane is a great guy,” Whistle agreed readily.
Matt made a sudden questioning sound as his eyes flew down to his arm. “Wow, that feels strange!” he cried.
“What is it, Matt?” his mother asked in concern.
The boy gasped. “There’s this weird tingling feeling running down my arm,” he replied urgently.
“Is it pain?” Amanda asked, preparing to run and get a doctor immediately.
“No!” the boy replied. “In fact, it doesn’t hurt at all! This is so weird! It’s hurt even when they give me the pain drugs! But all of a sudden it doesn’t hurt at all!”
Shane gaped first at his nephew, and then at Whistle. The being had a slightly satisfied look on his face as he continued to run his fingers over the cast. Then he lifted his hands away at last, as Amanda departed for a doctor anyway just in case. Shane walked over and grabbed his elbow, pulling Whistle away from his astonished nephew. “What did you do, Whistle?” he asked urgently in a low voice.
The being looked innocent, an expression that Shane was starting not to trust anymore. “I merely used the boy’s own energy to coax his broken bone to knit,” he replied just as softly.
Shane’s mouth opened. “You mean that it’s fixed?” he said in disbelief.
Whistle shook his head. “I do not have the energy to fully mend the bone, Shane,” he replied. “I simply encouraged it to knit a bit faster than normal, and I also tricked the nerve endings into thinking that there was no break there at all. So Matt’s pain is gone for now, and his arm will heal a bit faster than normal for such a serious injury. That is all.”
“Oh,” Shane said, feeling a certain amount of relief. He’d had no idea how he would be able to explain a miracle like his nephew’s arm being horribly broken one minute and totally mended the next. “Thanks, Whistle,” he added, feeling grateful that the being had taken away Matt’s pain, even if just temporarily.
Whistle smiled at him. “You are most welcome, Shane. Matt is a part of your family, so he is now a part of mine as well. I will watch out for him as I will our little one.”
Shane felt he sudden urge to kiss him again, but just then Amanda returned with a doctor in tow. So they simply stood there while the man checked out Matt, surprised that the boy professed to feel no pain at all. He checked the drip that carried the pain medication into the boy’s arm, but Matt wasn’t getting a larger dose than normal. Besides, that would have made him groggy. And he was not only pain free, but totally alert. The doctor looked perplexed, and then fell back on complex medical jargon to cover up his confusion. But the gist of it was that Matt didn’t seem to be harmed by whatever was causing this sudden cessation of pain.
Amanda looked relieved when the doctor finally retreated from the room, probably to schedule some hurried tests to see what might be causing this. She turned to her brother and Whistle. “Wow, you guys coming today seems to be a lucky charm for Matt,” she told them.
Shane smiled crookedly as he put his arm around Whistle’s waist. “You could say that, sis,” he remarked with a certain amount of pardonable pride. “You could definitely say that.”
They left the hospital when visiting hours were over. Matt had eaten a large lunch, and had chatted with Whistle for a long time. The being was reluctant to leave, but Shane dragged him out by the arm. He tried his best to explain about visiting hours as he led the blonde out of the hospital. They parted with Amanda in the parking lot, for she’d brought her own car today. She hugged both of them, and welcomed Whistle once again before she left with a wave. Shane took the being to his car and got him settled in the passenger seat. Then he drove out of the parking lot, and turned his car toward home.
Whistle spent a great deal of the drive to his house looking at the scenery passing outside. “Your world has many beautiful parts, Shane,” he remarked.
“Yes, I think so too,” he agreed.
He pulled into the driveway of his house, which was several miles outside of town. He’d deliberately bought one that wasn’t in town because he liked his privacy as well as peace and quiet. It had once been a run-down farm house, which Shane had slowly but surely fixed up whenever he had the time and/or money. It was a neat one-story building, with white siding and dark-green shutters on the windows. Window boxes bloomed in riotous color, and there was a wooden swing on the wide porch. He glanced at Whistle to see what the being thought of the place he would now be dwelling. The blonde was staring at the house, his head cocked slightly to the side. At last Shane asked: “So what do you think of my house, Whistle?”
“This is your dwelling?” the being asked.
“Yeah. I fixed it up myself. This is where you’ll live,” Shane told him as he unbuckled his seat belt.
“It is very serene,” Whistle decided. “Much like you yourself, Shane.”
He gave Whistle a puzzled look. The being only smiled and got out of the car. Shane shook his head and emerged from the vehicle himself. He went around to open the trunk and retrieve the clothing that they’d purchased for Whistle. He carried the bags inside, the blonde walking beside him as they went up onto the porch. He opened the door with his key, and escorted Whistle inside. A narrow hallway opened out into a tiny foyer with doors leading into the living room and kitchen, and another hallway led into the depth of the house and the back door.
“Come on, Whistle, I’ll show you the guest room,” Shane remarked. The being followed him obediently down the narrow hallway into the back where the bedrooms were.
He opened the door onto the guest room, which was a small but pleasant room. The bed had a handmade-quilt draped over it, a braided rag rug on the sanded wooden floor, and a narrow dresser where he could store his new clothes. Shane stepped into it and turned to Whistle. “This is where you’ll be sleeping,” he told the being.
Whistle looked around the room. “We will sleep here, Shane?” he asked curiously.
“Err…no. You’re going to sleep here and I’ll sleep in my room.”
Whistle frowned. “But Shane, I wish to be with you,” he said insistently. “I do not wish to sleep alone.”
“But…” he began, wanting to protest. How would he be able to stand having Whistle in his bed and not end up doing all of the nasty things that he really, REALLY wanted to?
Whistle looked at him with pleading blue eyes. “Shane, you are my Lamhulae. I wish to be with you,” he begged.
Shane couldn’t harden his heart against those eyes. “All right, Whistle, you can sleep with me in my room,” he said reluctantly.
The being smiled and flew into his arms. “Thank you, Shane!” he cried, the blue eyes sparkling as he hugged Shane.
Oh, damn. Those lips were so temptingly close again, and this time there was no Amanda to interrupt them. Shane couldn’t help himself. He bent his head and kissed Whistle on the mouth, nearly moaning when those soft lips turned out to be just as sweet as he’d imagined that they’d be. He heard the blonde make a soft, questioning sound, and he finally pulled his mouth away. Whistle’s eyes were a little languid and his breathing had picked up. “Shane,” he said. “What was that?”
“That’s called kissing, Whistle,” he replied rather hoarsely. “It’s something that lovers do on this world.”
“Oh. A strange thing, to have you press your mouth to mine like that. But…” he cocked his head to the side a little. “I quite liked it,” he added.
Shane closed his eyes. “I’m glad,” he said, fighting his nearly overwhelming response to these words. How he wanted to drag Whistle off to their bedroom and make love to the being for hours on end!
Especially when the blonde went on: “Would you do it to me again, Shane?”
“Uh, not right now,” he replied hurriedly as he disentangled himself from their embrace. “But I promise to do it again soon. Okay?” he said when he saw that Whistle looked disappointed.
“All right!” the being exclaimed, brightening up.
“Right. Come on, let me show you our room,” Shane said in a rather pained voice. He walked rather carefully down to his door and opened it onto the master bedroom.
Whistle followed him into the room, which was larger. The bed was neatly-made with yet another quilt, this one dome in a leaf and acorn pattern. The rug on the floor was done in shades of green and gold and russet. Filmy curtains hung over the windows. The wind would blow them up a little in the summer when he left the window open at night. The furniture was blonde oak. Shane walked over to the dresser. “We'll put your clothes in here after I’ve washed them,” he told the being. He opened a drawer to display his folded clothes within.
“We will sleep there?” Whistle asked, pointing at the bed.
“Yeah,” Shane agreed.
The being walked over and sat down on the bed. He bounced a little on it, just like a small child might. His action reminded Shane forcefully just how young and innocent Whistle really was, despite the fact that he had a grown-up looking body now. This served to kill his ardor for now, although he knew that it was going to be a lot harder to do when they were sleeping in the same bed together. A LOT harder.
“Do you like it?” he asked the blonde.
“Yes. It is good,” Whistle replied, still bouncing a bit.
“Great. Listen, we’ll leave the clothes here fro now until I can wash them. I want to get started on lunch. I’m starting to get hungry,” Shane told the being.
Whistle considered this. “Nourishment?” he asked. “Like earlier?” his eyes began to gleam with eagerness as he remembered the fast food breakfast.
“Better, I hope,” Shane told him. “Since it’ll be homemade and not processed. Come on, let’s go to the kitchen,” he led Whistle back out of the room and down to the kitchen, which was a large room with a green, black, and white tile floor and pine cupboards.
He directed Whistle to sit down at the kitchen table as he began to assemble the food. But as he turned around to grab plates from a cupboard, he noticed that the blonde was squirming and wriggling desperately in his chair. He stared at the being, and then realized that this strange writhing was what was universally known as ‘the pee-pee dance’. Whistle had to go to the bathroom, and most likely had no idea that he did.
“Whistle,” he said aloud.
The being looked up at him. “What is it, Shane?” he asked.
“Do you remember seeing in my memories about going to the bathroom? Taking a piss? That sort of thing?” he asked desperately, for the horrifying thought of having to show Whistle how to go to the bathroom was making him shudder a bit.
Whistle considered this question. “Yes!” he cried after a moment.
“Okay, good. The bathroom is the last door at the end of the hallway on the right. You have to take a piss, that’s what that weird feeling is and why you’re moving like that. Go and do what you saw me do in my memories when I had to go to the bathroom. All right?”
“All right,” Whistle replied, getting to his feet. He hobbled away toward the bathroom, one hand pressed against the front of his jeans. Shane reminded himself to tell Whistle that it was considered crude behavior to grab your groin, and for him not to do it in public. For now, though, he turned back to making lunch with a sigh of acute relief that he didn’t have to do a ‘show-and-tell’ with Whistle on how to use the bathroom.
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Shane was feeling rather exhausted. Once she’d gotten over her joy at his news, his sister had turned into an accomplished interrogator. She questioned them about everything – where they’d met on-line, what they’d talked about, what they had in common, you name it. And of course he couldn’t let Whistle answer any of these queries, since the being was too innocent to understand just how bad this whole situation could get if Amanda became suspicious of them. Plus, their story wouldn’t gel if Whistle gave answers that were different than his. So he glibly made it seem that the blonde was rather shy and quiet, a person who was content to let Shane chatter on about their relationship without giving much input of his own.
He not only managed to sell his sister on the whole fabricated story, he cinched the deal when he reached out and took Whistle’s hand in his own. He looked deep into the crystalline-blue eyes, enthralled by something he saw there. The being smiled a little at him, and Shane was totally lost. He had a terrible urge to kiss Whistle, to taste those soft pink lips for the first time. He actually leaned forward to do so like a person in a trance. But his sister speaking brought him abruptly back to reality.
“Oh, you two are so cute!” she exclaimed as they both blinked and looked at her. “Sorry,” she added, putting a hand to her mouth. “I know I shouldn’t call guys ‘cute’, right? But you just are,” she added, beaming at them.
Shane took a deep breath and glanced at Whistle. The being was smiling at his sister in that bright way that he had, which always looked like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. “Well, you can call us cute if you want to, sis,” he replied. “We don’t mind. Right, Wes?”
Whistle nodded. But before she could reply, there was a sound from the bed and they all turned toward it. Matt’s eyes flickered open, and he moved groggily as he looked at the people gathered at the end of his hospital bed. “Mom, Uncle Shane,” he croaked. Then his eyes went to the blonde standing next to his uncle. “Who’s that?” he mumbled.
“Matt, this is your Uncle Shane’s boyfriend Wes. He just arrived to see Shane yesterday night – they’ve been dating on-line. Wes, this is my son, Matt.”
“Hello, Matt,” Whistle said to the boy. “You have hurt yourself?” he said with a nod at the cast on the boy’s arm.
Matt groaned again. “Yeah. I fell off my dirt bike and broke my arm in three places. It really hurts – and it sucks, too, since I’ll have to wear this thing for the entire summer,” he said in depression.
Whistle walked around the side of the bed and reached out. “May I look at the…cast?” he said as he found the right word for the plaster-of-paris covering the boy’s arm from wrist to upper arm.
“Sure. You can sign it later,” Matt told him. “Are you really Uncle Shane’s boyfriend?” he asked as the being set his hands on the cast and ran his fingers over it.
“Boyfriend. Yes, I am Shane’s ‘boyfriend’,” the blonde agreed.
“That’s cool. Uncle Shane’s a great guy,” the boy remarked with a glance at his relative. Shane looked a bit uncomfortable at this praise, while his sister smiled and patted his arm.
“Yes, Shane is a great guy,” Whistle agreed readily.
Matt made a sudden questioning sound as his eyes flew down to his arm. “Wow, that feels strange!” he cried.
“What is it, Matt?” his mother asked in concern.
The boy gasped. “There’s this weird tingling feeling running down my arm,” he replied urgently.
“Is it pain?” Amanda asked, preparing to run and get a doctor immediately.
“No!” the boy replied. “In fact, it doesn’t hurt at all! This is so weird! It’s hurt even when they give me the pain drugs! But all of a sudden it doesn’t hurt at all!”
Shane gaped first at his nephew, and then at Whistle. The being had a slightly satisfied look on his face as he continued to run his fingers over the cast. Then he lifted his hands away at last, as Amanda departed for a doctor anyway just in case. Shane walked over and grabbed his elbow, pulling Whistle away from his astonished nephew. “What did you do, Whistle?” he asked urgently in a low voice.
The being looked innocent, an expression that Shane was starting not to trust anymore. “I merely used the boy’s own energy to coax his broken bone to knit,” he replied just as softly.
Shane’s mouth opened. “You mean that it’s fixed?” he said in disbelief.
Whistle shook his head. “I do not have the energy to fully mend the bone, Shane,” he replied. “I simply encouraged it to knit a bit faster than normal, and I also tricked the nerve endings into thinking that there was no break there at all. So Matt’s pain is gone for now, and his arm will heal a bit faster than normal for such a serious injury. That is all.”
“Oh,” Shane said, feeling a certain amount of relief. He’d had no idea how he would be able to explain a miracle like his nephew’s arm being horribly broken one minute and totally mended the next. “Thanks, Whistle,” he added, feeling grateful that the being had taken away Matt’s pain, even if just temporarily.
Whistle smiled at him. “You are most welcome, Shane. Matt is a part of your family, so he is now a part of mine as well. I will watch out for him as I will our little one.”
Shane felt he sudden urge to kiss him again, but just then Amanda returned with a doctor in tow. So they simply stood there while the man checked out Matt, surprised that the boy professed to feel no pain at all. He checked the drip that carried the pain medication into the boy’s arm, but Matt wasn’t getting a larger dose than normal. Besides, that would have made him groggy. And he was not only pain free, but totally alert. The doctor looked perplexed, and then fell back on complex medical jargon to cover up his confusion. But the gist of it was that Matt didn’t seem to be harmed by whatever was causing this sudden cessation of pain.
Amanda looked relieved when the doctor finally retreated from the room, probably to schedule some hurried tests to see what might be causing this. She turned to her brother and Whistle. “Wow, you guys coming today seems to be a lucky charm for Matt,” she told them.
Shane smiled crookedly as he put his arm around Whistle’s waist. “You could say that, sis,” he remarked with a certain amount of pardonable pride. “You could definitely say that.”
They left the hospital when visiting hours were over. Matt had eaten a large lunch, and had chatted with Whistle for a long time. The being was reluctant to leave, but Shane dragged him out by the arm. He tried his best to explain about visiting hours as he led the blonde out of the hospital. They parted with Amanda in the parking lot, for she’d brought her own car today. She hugged both of them, and welcomed Whistle once again before she left with a wave. Shane took the being to his car and got him settled in the passenger seat. Then he drove out of the parking lot, and turned his car toward home.
Whistle spent a great deal of the drive to his house looking at the scenery passing outside. “Your world has many beautiful parts, Shane,” he remarked.
“Yes, I think so too,” he agreed.
He pulled into the driveway of his house, which was several miles outside of town. He’d deliberately bought one that wasn’t in town because he liked his privacy as well as peace and quiet. It had once been a run-down farm house, which Shane had slowly but surely fixed up whenever he had the time and/or money. It was a neat one-story building, with white siding and dark-green shutters on the windows. Window boxes bloomed in riotous color, and there was a wooden swing on the wide porch. He glanced at Whistle to see what the being thought of the place he would now be dwelling. The blonde was staring at the house, his head cocked slightly to the side. At last Shane asked: “So what do you think of my house, Whistle?”
“This is your dwelling?” the being asked.
“Yeah. I fixed it up myself. This is where you’ll live,” Shane told him as he unbuckled his seat belt.
“It is very serene,” Whistle decided. “Much like you yourself, Shane.”
He gave Whistle a puzzled look. The being only smiled and got out of the car. Shane shook his head and emerged from the vehicle himself. He went around to open the trunk and retrieve the clothing that they’d purchased for Whistle. He carried the bags inside, the blonde walking beside him as they went up onto the porch. He opened the door with his key, and escorted Whistle inside. A narrow hallway opened out into a tiny foyer with doors leading into the living room and kitchen, and another hallway led into the depth of the house and the back door.
“Come on, Whistle, I’ll show you the guest room,” Shane remarked. The being followed him obediently down the narrow hallway into the back where the bedrooms were.
He opened the door onto the guest room, which was a small but pleasant room. The bed had a handmade-quilt draped over it, a braided rag rug on the sanded wooden floor, and a narrow dresser where he could store his new clothes. Shane stepped into it and turned to Whistle. “This is where you’ll be sleeping,” he told the being.
Whistle looked around the room. “We will sleep here, Shane?” he asked curiously.
“Err…no. You’re going to sleep here and I’ll sleep in my room.”
Whistle frowned. “But Shane, I wish to be with you,” he said insistently. “I do not wish to sleep alone.”
“But…” he began, wanting to protest. How would he be able to stand having Whistle in his bed and not end up doing all of the nasty things that he really, REALLY wanted to?
Whistle looked at him with pleading blue eyes. “Shane, you are my Lamhulae. I wish to be with you,” he begged.
Shane couldn’t harden his heart against those eyes. “All right, Whistle, you can sleep with me in my room,” he said reluctantly.
The being smiled and flew into his arms. “Thank you, Shane!” he cried, the blue eyes sparkling as he hugged Shane.
Oh, damn. Those lips were so temptingly close again, and this time there was no Amanda to interrupt them. Shane couldn’t help himself. He bent his head and kissed Whistle on the mouth, nearly moaning when those soft lips turned out to be just as sweet as he’d imagined that they’d be. He heard the blonde make a soft, questioning sound, and he finally pulled his mouth away. Whistle’s eyes were a little languid and his breathing had picked up. “Shane,” he said. “What was that?”
“That’s called kissing, Whistle,” he replied rather hoarsely. “It’s something that lovers do on this world.”
“Oh. A strange thing, to have you press your mouth to mine like that. But…” he cocked his head to the side a little. “I quite liked it,” he added.
Shane closed his eyes. “I’m glad,” he said, fighting his nearly overwhelming response to these words. How he wanted to drag Whistle off to their bedroom and make love to the being for hours on end!
Especially when the blonde went on: “Would you do it to me again, Shane?”
“Uh, not right now,” he replied hurriedly as he disentangled himself from their embrace. “But I promise to do it again soon. Okay?” he said when he saw that Whistle looked disappointed.
“All right!” the being exclaimed, brightening up.
“Right. Come on, let me show you our room,” Shane said in a rather pained voice. He walked rather carefully down to his door and opened it onto the master bedroom.
Whistle followed him into the room, which was larger. The bed was neatly-made with yet another quilt, this one dome in a leaf and acorn pattern. The rug on the floor was done in shades of green and gold and russet. Filmy curtains hung over the windows. The wind would blow them up a little in the summer when he left the window open at night. The furniture was blonde oak. Shane walked over to the dresser. “We'll put your clothes in here after I’ve washed them,” he told the being. He opened a drawer to display his folded clothes within.
“We will sleep there?” Whistle asked, pointing at the bed.
“Yeah,” Shane agreed.
The being walked over and sat down on the bed. He bounced a little on it, just like a small child might. His action reminded Shane forcefully just how young and innocent Whistle really was, despite the fact that he had a grown-up looking body now. This served to kill his ardor for now, although he knew that it was going to be a lot harder to do when they were sleeping in the same bed together. A LOT harder.
“Do you like it?” he asked the blonde.
“Yes. It is good,” Whistle replied, still bouncing a bit.
“Great. Listen, we’ll leave the clothes here fro now until I can wash them. I want to get started on lunch. I’m starting to get hungry,” Shane told the being.
Whistle considered this. “Nourishment?” he asked. “Like earlier?” his eyes began to gleam with eagerness as he remembered the fast food breakfast.
“Better, I hope,” Shane told him. “Since it’ll be homemade and not processed. Come on, let’s go to the kitchen,” he led Whistle back out of the room and down to the kitchen, which was a large room with a green, black, and white tile floor and pine cupboards.
He directed Whistle to sit down at the kitchen table as he began to assemble the food. But as he turned around to grab plates from a cupboard, he noticed that the blonde was squirming and wriggling desperately in his chair. He stared at the being, and then realized that this strange writhing was what was universally known as ‘the pee-pee dance’. Whistle had to go to the bathroom, and most likely had no idea that he did.
“Whistle,” he said aloud.
The being looked up at him. “What is it, Shane?” he asked.
“Do you remember seeing in my memories about going to the bathroom? Taking a piss? That sort of thing?” he asked desperately, for the horrifying thought of having to show Whistle how to go to the bathroom was making him shudder a bit.
Whistle considered this question. “Yes!” he cried after a moment.
“Okay, good. The bathroom is the last door at the end of the hallway on the right. You have to take a piss, that’s what that weird feeling is and why you’re moving like that. Go and do what you saw me do in my memories when I had to go to the bathroom. All right?”
“All right,” Whistle replied, getting to his feet. He hobbled away toward the bathroom, one hand pressed against the front of his jeans. Shane reminded himself to tell Whistle that it was considered crude behavior to grab your groin, and for him not to do it in public. For now, though, he turned back to making lunch with a sigh of acute relief that he didn’t have to do a ‘show-and-tell’ with Whistle on how to use the bathroom.
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