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::Efficient,:: Anya shot to her friend, ::…wish I thought
of it first.::
    Syn shook her head, “It might make it worse.
I don’t want to bring this type of notoriety on a child.”
    “Don’t worry; they grow these Sarran strong,
compassionate, and best of all, willing to do anything for their
fem.”
    Miraculously, her headache began to
recede.
    Nafer returned and took his place beside Syn.
Madeline Dixon-Howard, being largely ignored, shouted at whoever
would listen about undisciplined children sired by obvious
lowlifes. Nafer resumed his mental connection with Syn without
missing a beat. She felt the mental click in her head.
    ::Naffie…::
    ::Yes, Mommie,:: he answered a bit
shyly.
    ::You shouldn’t do that to Maddy.:: Syn tried to be stern but didn’t know if that projected in mind
speech.
    ::But, Mommie, she’s evil.:: The
childish face set into a sulk. ::Her aura is black and spitting.
Foul.::
    Syn managed to hold her head up with one
hand.
    “She’s not evil, Naffie, just misinformed and
troubled. If I’m going to be your Mommie, you must go over to Maddy
with one of your Daddies and apologize. You don’t want to embarrass
your Daddies or me by behaving like a bully.”
    “She’s the bully! I need to say I’m sorry?
Why am I sorry? She hurt you. She should be sorry.” Syn grabbed at
her neck to ease the ache that returned as soon as Maddy looked her
way.
    “You are sorry because boys, even little
ones, don’t hurt girls.”
    Duchess sat and watched the proceedings
quietly. After accessing the situation, she daintily rose and
exited her basket, left Tigger standing guard, and headed over to
her charge.
    Golden eyes watched as Duchess jumped up and
padded around Syn, tapping her with a paw, obviously making her own
cursory examination of her human companion.
    Nafer attempted to change the subject.
“That’s Duchess, you eat cookies and milk with her on your lap and
watch a tube. What’s a tube, Mommie?”
    “You are changing the subject, Naffie. Find
one or both of your Daddies and after you apologize, I’ll tell you
about the tube, and cookies.”
    A deep voice Syn didn’t recognize said,
“Nafer, Fem Sinclair probably has a nasty headache. Why don’t you
go stand by the Princess Anya and let Poppie and I take care of
her.
    Nafer looked at his Zadda. “Why didn’t you
come right away? Mommie hurts.”
    Bron gave his offspring a grave look. “I did,
but unfortunately, I needed to calm down a very angry fem with a
bruise on her shinbone who demanded that my offspring be spanked.”
Amused violet eyes looked into golden ones. “She called me a
low-life, fit only to scrape pond scum off her shoe. Garlance
turned apocalyptic.”
    “She deserved it,” Nafer said with
determination.
    “Probably, but we don’t hurt our fem on
Sarran.”
    “She’s not a fem. Mommie thinks she’s a
bitch.”
    “Define bitch…” Bron asked, exasperation
evident in his voice.
    “Female dog.”
    “Dog?”
    “Ask Mommie…”
    Syn listened to the conversation with
amusement.
    “I’m sure I heard Mommie say something about
an apology.”
    “She said you’d go with me,” he said, clearly
bargaining.
    ‘‘Zadda will go with you. In the meantime,
I’ll take care of Mommie,’’ TeZaron said as he stepped out from
behind TeBron. “I don’t think our Mommie will be happy until you do
as she asks, cub.”
    “I don’t want to…”
    Zaron raised his eyebrow. Mobile eyebrows
seemed to be a talent of the Sarran male.
    “But I’ll go because Mommie asked me to. She
doesn’t want to be shamed by my bad behavior.” Naffie conveyed his
disgust of the errand with his stiff body and his sulky tone.
    * * * *
    TeBron rolled his eyes at TeZaron. ::Yes
something definitely needs to be done about Naffie.::
    Zaron stepped out of the direct sunlight and
came over to his fem. She was still struggling to sit up on the
chair. Dumbstruck, he wondered, :: Why didn’t I connect with this
stunning fem on board?