Otter Creek It always runs back but it's never quite the same

She listened to the descriptions and names, committing them to memory. Mine are about the same age, she added. So she had no problem imagining what they might look like. She searched for her own children often, so if she came across any juvenile's that fit that description, then she would investigate further. 

How do you know Mahler? she asked next, jealous curiosity making her unable to push the question to the back of her mind. She knew he wandered from the territory just as she did. Had they met and conversed like the two of them were doing now? Or had there been something more? She almost didn't want to know and kind of regretted even asking. She had no right to be jealous; in her mind she knew that, but getting her heart to understand it was far more difficult. But her heart often ignored her when it came to the General.