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.She couldn t believe that he might be gone.She put aside her thoughts on the last of the Sinnissippi and walked into the living room.Harper andLittle John were still playing.She smiled at Harper when the little girl looked up. Come talk to me aminute, sweetie, she said gently.She took Harper down the hall to her grandfather s den and shut the door behind them.She led Harperover to the big leather recliner that Old Bob had favored for reading and cogitating and naps, sat down,and pulled the child onto her lap. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html When I was little, my grandfather would always bring me into this room and put me on his lap in thischair when he had something important to tell me, she began, cradling Harper in her arms. Sometimeshe wanted to talk about our family.Sometimes he wanted to talk about friends.If I did something wrong,he would bring me in here to explain why I shouldn t do it again. The little girl was staring at her. Harper be bad? No, sweetie, you haven t been bad.I didn t bring you in here because you did something bad.Butsomething bad has happened to Mommy, and I have to tell you about it.I don t want to, because it isgoing to make you very sad.But sometimes things happen that make us sad, and there isn t anything wecan do about it. She exhaled wearily and began to stroke Harper s long hair. Harper, Mommy isn t coming home,sweetie. Harper went still. She got very sick, and she isn t coming home.She didn t want to get sick,but she couldn t help it. Mommy sick? Nest bit her lip. No, sweetie.Not anymore.Mommy died, honey. Mommy died? Do you understand, Harper? Mommy s gone.She s in Heaven with all the angels she used to tell youabout, the ones who make the sun bright with all the love that mommies have for their babies.She askedme to take care of you, sweetie.You and I are going to live together right here in this house for as long asyou want.You can have your own room and your own toys.You can be my little girl.I would like thatvery much. Harper s lip was quivering. Okay, Neth. Nest gave her a hug and held her tight. Your Mommy loved you so much, Harper.She loved you morethan anything.She didn t want to die.She wanted to stay with you always.But she couldn t. She lookedout the window into the park, where the hazy light was fading toward darkness. Did you know that mymommy died when I was a little girl, too? I was even younger than you are. Wanna see Mommy, Harper sobbed. I know, sweetie, I know. Nest stroked her dark hair slowly. I wanted to see my mommy, too, and Icouldn t.But if I close my eyes, I can see her there in the darkness inside my head.Can you do that?Close your eyes and think of Mommy. She felt Harper go still. See Mommy, she said softly. She ll always be there, Harper, whenever you look for her.Mommies have to go away sometimes, butthey leave a picture of themselves inside your head, so you won t forget them. Harper s head lifted away from her breast. Does L il John got a Mommy, Neth? Nest hesitated, then smiled reassuringly. He s got you and me, Harper.We re his mommies.We haveto take care of him, okay? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlHarper nodded solemnly, wiping at her eyes with her shirtsleeve. Harper wanna appo jus, Neth. Nest stood her on her feet and put her hands on the little girl s shoulders. Let s go get some, sweetie.Let s go get some for Little John, too. She leaned forward and kissed Harper s forehead. I love you,Harper. Luv ou, Neth, Harper answered back, dark eyes brilliant and depthless and filled with wonder.Nest took her hand and led her from the room.It took everything she had to keep from crying.In thatmoment, she felt as if her heart was breaking, but she couldn t tell if it was from sadness or joy.CHAPTER 23While Nest spoke with Harper Scott in the den, John Ross stood at the living-room entry watching LittleJohn play with the pieces of his puzzle.Sitting in front of the Christmas tree, the boy picked up the piecesone at a time and studied them.He seemed to be constructing the puzzle in his mind rather than on thefloor, setting each piece back when he was done looking at it, not bothering with trying to find the way inwhich it fit with the others.He seemed to be imitating what he had seen Harper doing a couple of daysearlier.His blue eyes were intense with concentration, luminous within the oval of his pale face.He hadlost color over the last twenty-four hours; there was a hollowness and a frailty about him that suggestedhe was not well
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IndexLumley.Brian. .[Psychomech.03]. .Psychoamok
Jeffries Sabrina Lord 03 Niebezpieczny lord
Coulter Catherine Gwiazda 03 Gwiazda z nefrytu
Łajkowska Anna Wrzosowisko 03 Cienie na wrzosowisku
Coulter Catherine Baron 03 Szalony baron
Fiora 03 Fiora i papież Benzoni Juliette
Marlowe Mia Dotyk 03 Dotyk oszustaS303
Wielki blekit Jennifer Donnelly
Aronson Elliot Serce i Umysł
Walter Jon Williams City on Fire