"You think de males always get a reprieve?" he asked softly, his gaze heavy and knowing with old memories. "Women may get de brunt of the owner's attention, but they aren't de only ones, chere."
Memories, long suppressed pushed their way forward and crowded the back of his eyes, but even then his mind slid around them like oil on water, not acknowledging any of them before shoving them violently back behind the barriers they had broken from.