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his sweet, intuitive lafayette. val reached out to brush at the velvet fur behind his son’s ears, a smile fading from his dark face.

nothing is wrong, lafayette. val encouraged, ignoring the stab of guilt to be dishonest. i was just revisiting a memory and thinking how much has changed. how many faces have changed. was it wrong to be nostalgic to a child? what measure of depth would they have when their perception of time was as thin as a shell’s edge?

a flutter of laughter rose from the banks. cheri and astera lead a marauding charge of splashes against their siblings. your grandmaman liked this spot. val turned to look at the coruscating lake, where small ripples made their play in the shadows. i think she would have liked you and lucette very much.