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but he was quite obvious, unfortunately, this little sprig of a pending man attempting to cool-face his way beyond a woman who was mother to sixteen children, including enough boys to see their whims, at last count — both of her body and those raised at her breast the same way without the birth-tie, which did not matter. they were hers. 
not to mention that erzulie had seen him gaping after mireille when she had escorted him to see meerkat.
"there be time for t'ings to change," the ruby commented gently, her eyes drifting with love toward the sea. 
but not everything. not a family relation, she suspected, though part of her was content and bemused enough to let mireille set caracal straight on that, when the time came. the seawife had no doubts that the boy was going to seek her out one way or another. "but a woman goes away so she can have control over de choice. out in de worl', men come from all over once they notice you." and they competed. 
she spared caracal this tidbit. he would discover it, once more, for himself. erzulie had learned not to lecture the youths.