Obviously I
took the deal, or I wouldn't be here talking to you. When the wolf
turned up a few moments later my arm was out in seconds, I didn't
want there to be any misunderstanding. We shook a very firm
handshake.
“Thank
you,” he said quietly, “It is a good decision. You will not
regret it.” He turned to Finch and they exchanged a look for a
moment, then he walked away, gradually becoming more translucent
until he had disappeared completely.
“Where'd
he go?” I asked.
“Back to
his wilderness somewhere,” Finch replied.
The thing
is, he was right. I haven't regretted it, not one little bit. Which
brings us, my friend, to you. Any minute now, my partner is going to
walk through that door, eager to get back to her nesting. The
question for you is simple: will you shake her hand?
