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“Chusi has become a beautiful young lady,” Lotte said, her tone warm with mingled pride and sorrow. The little foundling was growing up — and it was this knowledge that saved her from feeling too badly about Sirius. She had four small children and one older daughter, and they were Hemlock’s children as much as her own. “You are right,” she beamed up at her husband. “No more talk of sad things, handsome devil.” She touched her nose to his cheek, wandering a tight circle around him and nuzzling her broad crown under his chin. “This time is for us. I say we get into some trouble.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.