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well, you had three of them. val grinned as Lafayette’s body leaned against his own. but the one i was thinking about was my biological mother.

across the lake a heron stalked the shallows. val watched its head bob, its body still as if it were flora itself and not an organism that had clawed its way out of passive living to consume the flesh of others. she looked a little like me, but very severe. he grasped for any equivalent that lafayette would know. a good fighter. and very serious about her commitment to this family. for a while he studied the heron; grey slouched menace waiting for its moment to strike. and you and i are more alike than us and her; but i think she would have wanted that for us. what was left unsaid was how unspeakably sad her life had been. we are lucky to come from such good women.