Sa’afia said, “Daisy Duck? White girl? With a beak? You fancy her?”
“Yup. Uh-huh.”
“Bullshit. You don’t. The beak’s a deal-breaker. Even for a pervert like you. Can’t be done.”
“Wears a little top. No pants at all.”
“That’s what you want, I can do that. And I don’t have a beak. Let me go to sleep.”
“I think I’d like both of them. At once.”
“I don’t care what colour the other girl would be. I don’t do girl on girl. You want a threesome, you’re going to have to start with two other girls. I sleep now.”
“G’night, dormouse.”
“Nnnnn.”
In a few minutes Sa’afia began snoring lightly. A little, snug, animal sound. I held her, because I knew I was lucky to be in her bed. I lay awake, listening to her sleeping noises, the low notes and the occasional brief, mysterious, keening sounds. She was dreaming.
I’d shirked it this evening, but I’d have to start asking soon what she knew about Ana’s father. And about him and eccy.
