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Suddenly Erzulie was there too, with an apparent and easy joy that Rosalyn immediately felt guilt for not replicating. He was home but no longer the child he'd been years before, and perhaps it was something a bit more than consideration that held her back.

Why was he here now?

Years, and to appear now as if nothing was changed, as if he'd just come recently and not been, until then, potentially buried and entirely lost. It was wrong of her, she knew, but suddenly she had nothing to respond with to his greeting. Not even the addition, one that she barely heard.

She would hate herself for this later, but something soured within and she did not press it to withdraw. Instead she herself withdrew internally, newly guarded and allowing her wife to take the first words.