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He didn't spend as much time reading as he used to. Since Savina had come into his life, Kansas had realized that there were more important things he needed to do; he didn't have as much free time on his hands. He liked that. It didn't do someone much good to hole up reading all the time. But he still loved books, loved the magic concealed between their covers. Now he read for pleasure rather than for an escape. It was more enjoyable that way.
She was smiling at him. He loved the light in the child's eyes, something he'd noticed the morning she had come into his and Savina's room. He wondered if his children could be as happy as Mati was. His baby blue gaze flickered to the pages for a few seconds after she'd questioned him. "I haven't gotten too far on this one. It's called The Taming of the Shrew. So far, it's about two kind of... silly men who go to a show about a mean woman." He paused. The play seemed kind of odd to him; he'd liked Romeo and Juliet much better. 'Your mother taught me, a long time ago." He smiled. "Would you... would you like to learn?" He'd love to teach her. It wasn't too important a skill—but it was useful at times. Reading had brought him a lot of pleasure; perhaps it could do the same for her.
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