She knew now that he never would. With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. You understand me, Charcoal. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. He's a hundred miles sou'-east of me. Others are smart but fall prey to emotional damage, the female lunar instinct of cunning that goes awry. F. And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms.
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