[Bayou Gavotte 03.0] Heart Of Constantine - Plot & Excerpts
From his vantage point high up in the live oak at the top of Papa Mound, he could see all three mounds and the museum. Over by Mama Mound, his people were clearing what little trash remained from last night’s concert. He’d had them remove the firewood and kindling from Papa Mound first. The disgruntled Myra, after bitching at them for a few minutes, had retreated to the museum. His guide, still in the form of a crow, perched twenty feet away at the end of the branch. It didn’t say much; it didn’t need to. The damned crow radiated self-satisfaction. One would think, judging by its glee, that it and not Constantine had kissed Marguerite. It had also convinced itself that a torrid affair would soon ensue. You may even marry her, it said. He refused to rise to that bait. Another marriage was even more impossible than casual sex. He had to get his mind under control first. The only way to avoid hurting the woman was, quite simply, to avoid her altogether. For the umpteenth time, he wished he could get rid of the damned bird.
What do You think about [Bayou Gavotte 03.0] Heart Of Constantine?
