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moments of silence passed.
"last spring," mireille began, "sobo an' i spoke of spirit t'ings. he was," a great, deep exhale, "someone who believed in dat which i did not understand. maman erzulie an' sobo had dis in common."
a faraway look now glimmered in her eyes; she looked down at maleah's paw. "but dat day, i had never seen him like dat. comin' into himself." the boy, shedding youth to become a man without a father, as they all were.
the droplet was gone now, nestled somewhere in the darknight fur. mireille found a smile. "it be good to talk about dem, maleah. t'ank you."