He reached out and plucked the book from the other’s hand, tempted to shut it, but too busy not looking flustered about his journal being looked in. “Uh-huh. Well, don’t think about it too much.”
“I won’t if you tell me what it means.”
How the heck could his mind not catch
up with his body? Sure, it was a bit of a..
transition at first, but after how many
years, he figured he’d gotten the hang
of not being five foot three and a buck
twenty soaking wet.