“We do get along swimmingly," Clara said to Clem. “Indubitably, as long as people are watching," Clem replied. Adding playfully, “Sometimes you are a pain in my neck.” Clem could not see if the last remark impacted Clara as she was always paddling behind him. Thank goodness, he thought, for conventional relationships.
Clara sometimes cursed her vows. In Cygnus and in health.
They’d passed any witnesses, so she spread her wings and propelled ahead of Clem. “Eat my wake!” Clara exclaimed.