Dad perches on the end of the bed, picking up George’s sketchbook. “These drawings are jolly marvelous.” Dad flips through the pages, and Mum and I walk behind him, peering over his shoulder to watch the sketches go by. Each page is a scene from Mr. Lewis’s life, and each page has a colored lion in the background: fierce, tender, curious, or protective. George has captured all of them in the expressions and stance of his lion. “George,” Dad says, “it looks like you think the lion followed the author around for all of his life.” George nods. “I think the lion follows all of us around. We just
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It’s all I can do to keep from sobbing. At the end of the passage.
