Yes!" she screamed, "these are his father's features! It is—it is my son!" "Mother!" cried Thames; "are you, indeed, my mother?" "I am, indeed—my own sweet boy!" she sobbed, pressing him tenderly to her breast. She had felt very uncomfortable around him, grotesque. . He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. ” Ennison dropped the evening paper which he had been pretending to read. He reached for her chin and lifted it up. ” “I am coming with you,” he said firmly. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. With thinly veiled glee, Michelle described a rumor she had heard about John at a recent party. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch.
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