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there would be no way for anyone to get caught in the act of wondering,
She leaned down. Her hands seemed to know what to do. They slid easily under him, and found the way to hold his neck and head. Gently Claire picked up her son.
No one else seemed to feel this kind of passionate attachment to other humans. Not to a newchild, not to a spouse, or a coworker, or friend. She had not felt it toward her own parents or brother. But now, toward this wobbly, drooling toddler—
She would die, Claire realized, before she would give up the love she felt for her son.
“Only thirteen. But we was barefoot and flower-strewn and foolish with first love.”
“It will help when you learn them. Fear dims when you learn things.”
Claire stood silent, awed by the music, puzzled by the concept of love, and moved by both the solemnity and the celebration of the occasion.
“He is Evil. I don’t know how else to describe it. He is Evil, and like all evil, he has enormous power. He tempts. He taunts. And he takes.
