Finally Dru spoke. “Thou hast said that Tyla had to grow away from thee. Could it not also be true that thou needest grow away from her?” Her voice was quiet, subdued, barely audible.
“What’s with this ‘thou’ and ‘thee’ stuff?”
Dru did not answer. Instead, she threw her head back so she was staring at an upper corner of the room, and without further prelude began singing. She started off weakly and slowly, unsure of herself, but gained confidence gradually as she went along. Her singing voice was surprisingly good; Bred would never have thought such a rich contralto would be hidden within that admittedly dumpy body. For a moment he didn’t know what was happening, but then he realized with a start what she was doing.
Dru was sharing her Songs with him.
He had thought virginity was the l
