child and pester me just like he used to when we were children. And James. I thought of the look I used to see on James’s face in that horrible, gray-yellow emergency room light whenever one of the kids suffered some childhood injury. The smallest pain for them meant despair for him. Whenever I came down with a cold or flu, he was at my side with a thermometer, medicine, and an expression of agony on his face for the duration. It was like he’d pooled up all the love and caring his father had denied him and his mother and was determined to shower it onto me and our children ten times over.
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