“Kit,” she said, she started. He did not move as she told him. He stood in front of her and nodded at the information passing to him from his eldest daughter. She was in tears but restrained, unmoving. He shifted, uncomfortable with the new knowledge he had been given, sure that her mother would be a better-suited custodian, that she should be having this conversation. Piglet had stopped talking, and he had hardly moved.
