“Mungo's capacity for love frustrated her. His loving wasn't selflessness, he simply couldn't help it. Mo-Maw needed so little and he produced too much, so that it all seemed a horrible waste. It was a harvest no one had seeded, and it blossomed from a vine no one had tended. It should have withered years ago, like hers had, like Hamish's had, yet Mungo had all this love to give and it lay about him like ripened fruit and nobody bothered to gather it up.” LovePainFamilyYoung Mungo Author:Douglas Stuart
“They rolled past the prison and, without a word, James shifted on the narrow seat. He filled the space between them and this time he pushed his spine into Mungo's cavity. Each bony vertebra was a knuckle that pressed into the places that hurt the worst. Mungo exhaled into the sandy hair. His arms disobeyed him as they wrapped around James's waist. He laid his face against the Shetland wool and inhaled the grease of the lanolin and the musk from his armpits. James leaned back into him as hard as Mungo was pressing forward.” LoveSnuggleBike Ride Together Author:Douglas Stuart