“Anytime. You come back and tell me your answer when it comes to you. We’ll talk about Theo then. Have us a good talk. And Peter?” He turned in the kitchen doorway. “Just so you know. She comin’.” He was taken aback. “Who’s coming, Auntie?” A teacherly frown. “You know who, boy. You known it since the day God dreamed you up.” For a moment Peter said nothing, standing in the door. “That’s all I’m saying now.” The old woman gave a dismissive wave, as if shooing a fly away. “You go on and come back when you ready.” “Don’t write all night, Auntie,” Peter managed. “Try to get some sleep.” A smile
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