Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. “There are two things to be done,” he said softly to himself. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. "Mother, I come to you.
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