Fern began, but one look from Joy silenced her. And it must have been ferocious enough to silence the two fairies next to her on the counter as well. “Joy, it’s not like that with you,” Gabriel protested. “It was like that with Helen, and she was just convenient. Oh, wait, no I remember, I’m comfortable as well.” “Why are you twisting everything I say?” he exploded, slamming his hand against the cupboard. “I’m not twisting. I’m simply trying to understand what it is you want, Gabriel. Where you think I’m going to fit into your life. For instance, since you say you’re doing this for Sophie.” He looked like he was going to protest, so she held up her hand. “And because you care about me and my convenience and comfort level, where will we be when Sophie’s old enough to move out of the house? I realize that’s twelve years down the road and life doesn’t offer any guarantees, but do you see us separating at that time?
