Sleepy Fox Hollow nothing

Though the boy didn’t see River, she certainly saw him. She remained as a statue, tracking his movements with her eyes until she was sure he would finally notice her…

But he walked right on by.

A more cognizant River would have been offended, her head forced back in utter bewilderment. It would have been an ultimate affront to her vanity. He was lucky that he reminded her of someone; her thoughts turned to her own sons, who would have been just a little older than him by now.

She swallowed the hard lump in her throat. Hey, you, she said in a bid for his attention. Is Mahler around?