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Grandchildren were always a joy, but having some present? Even more. She knew that they had others, at least from Reyes, but she couldn't recall their names. They were likely adults by now.

Rosalyn was a frequent babysitter. It was something that she could do easily with little physical strain, and now that the weather had grown hotter, she found herself tiring too quickly to be much use elsewhere.

She woke from dozing off to the sound of Etienne scrambling about and chasing the patterned shadows. It had gotten dark while she was here. Rosalyn yawned broadly but didn't get up just yet and instead watched him, wondering silently how long it would take for him to become discouraged.