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Rosalyn blew out a breath in a huffed laugh as he went on about Rosencrantz.  She might have been annoyed, but that name.  Stenderds.  For the first time in a while she felt a bit self conscious of what she'd become now.  A lifetime ago she'd been prettier... and a few other things too.

Really?  Because I think you'd like him. She finally moved, closing the distance so that she was standing right in front of him.  But these children will have two mothers.  What would you do with them?  

Years ago he'd been her best friend, and then years ago he'd disappeared without a word.  Before Erzulie, before Drageda, before any of it.  She half expected him to disappear right now and just be a trick or some strange dream.  But no dream would have painted him with those whiskers. 

You can't disappear on kids.  They disappear on you, she added silently.  But her good eye judged his reaction, waiting.