"I wake up in the morning and see Fox asleep in the armchair by my bedroom window. He helped me up last night and hovered over me as I walked to my room, knock-kneed and wobbly as a newborn foal. He insisted on staying with me until I went to sleep, but I was awake long enough to watch his head droop and his eyes drift shut. Looking at him in the early morning-sun, I realize anew that he really has grown into a startlingly beautiful man. A boastful mother's pride surges through me and I laugh."

 

 

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