Mary nodded. "I understand," she told him. None of the Aztecs would be exactly thrilled that she was back in the picture and she wondered if Huitzilopochtli would tell them about her. She didn't think she would tell any of the saints. (George, especially, as she had told him that Huitzilopochtli killed and ate people. George had told her it was good she'd broken up with him.)
"And," Mary continued, reading out to take his hand, gentle enough that he could draw away. "I want this. I want us. Nothing about the other night changed that for me."
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Date: 2013-05-08 03:30 am (UTC)"And," Mary continued, reading out to take his hand, gentle enough that he could draw away. "I want this. I want us. Nothing about the other night changed that for me."