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Now that they were older and had a bit more freedom, Jay sometimes took the opportunity to follow his older brother around.  He loved his sisters but there was something different about being around Roswell.  He admired him in a way that he lacked with the others, even Sylvie and Hymnal.

Whatcha doin?  Jay shattered the peaceful silence before he began attempting to scramble up onto the rock beside his brother.  It would likely take him a couple of tries.

It's not gonna rain.  Mama said we could sleep outside tonight.  The only thing he could think was that Roswell might be trying to figure out the weather, staring up like that.  He didn't know a thing about it, but if Mama was letting them sleep outside, he trusted that meant they wouldn't be getting wet.