Occasionally, when Edwin was angry, or when he was frightened or sleeping, the pulse in his throat throbbed so hard that Cooper could see it. The rapid tattoo fascinated him. He couldn’t remember what it was like to feel his own heart beat. Had he ever touched fingers to his throat just to count each pulse? Had a lover ever kissed that spot on his throat? Had a lover ever kissed that spot on Edwin’s throat? One should. One should feel the vibrancy of life through the thin membrane of skin, should taste the salt with the faint, sharp taste of soap, should experience the soft moan that would undoubtedly accompany the caress.