Sleepy Fox Hollow Go get yourself under those dead-sea lights.

An invisible shadow of pain crossed Etienne's face. Even if Anselm had been looking closely, he would have missed the streaking fissure for what it was: deep unhappiness.

 As far as Anselm was aware, Etienne had just given his blessing. In the manner of a man clapping his thighs before standing, Anselm shifted with a sigh. That settles that.

He was too self-involved -- or perhaps too preoccupied -- to see that shadow turn to visible anguish in Etienne's chest.