"Other people are worse at being alone than we are," Thomasina pointed out, and never mind that she hadn't been alone in five years. She had been well on her way to spinsterhood before Oz proposed, and had been perfectly content that way, as long as she had her work and some of society. (And — had her husband ever truly been alone? Sina didn't know, but that didn't matter. Men were different.)
The question of children was a difficult one. Sina wrinkled her nose. She didn't want them — and neither did Oz. It was just another way they were privately well-matched. "I could talk to her," Sina offered, "About children."
The question of children was a difficult one. Sina wrinkled her nose. She didn't want them — and neither did Oz. It was just another way they were privately well-matched. "I could talk to her," Sina offered, "About children."