As for what's different, she couldn't quite articulate it, but she always felt that women's intuition about women... is accurate.
Sylvan Cheney didn't speak, his back tensed and rigid.
Sunlight streamed through the window, elongating his tall figure, casting it along the floor.
"Evan." Erin Janus softened, embracing Sylvan Cheney from behind, "I'm sorry... I was too harsh just now, I didn't mean to be. I was just a bit jealous. You know, women don't want their men to care about other women, so... I'm too jealous, too mindful of you. Let's go to Old York together, then have a wedding, shall we?"
Sylvan Cheney still remained silent.
His head ached a little, but his heart felt somewhat numb.
"I don't really like Cakago, I grew up in Old York. Let's go to Old York together, and then... I'll give you beautiful babies, okay? Our baby is a biracial child, bound to be especially attractive."
