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She got to the bed and her eyes finally returned to their warm gold color as she sat down.
“I just know.”
She was quiet for a moment before resting her head on his shoulder. “Don’t be mad, please,” she said, her voice softer this time.
She clapped her wings, floating up the stairs.
“She’d really like you. I can tell.”
“We’re slow dancing,” she said matter-of-factly, putting his other hand on her hip and draping her arms over his shoulder, moving closer to him....
“Great. I will.”
“I do.”
She slid through the vinyls before setting one down gently, starting it. Soft music started playing and she came over to him, taking his hand and...
“So I’m going to fall up the stairs.”
“You’d like her, I think.”
She squinted at him for a moment before moving past him to enter his room, going over to his gramophone.
“Yes, but my leg is asleep.”
“There’s not a soul alive that my mother doesn’t get along with.”
She tilted her head. “I missed my best friend and wanted to see you. Is that bad?”
They got back to the Glen, approaching Eden’s home. “Are you tired?”
He hesitated. “She doesn’t really get along with my father.”
"You certainly look grumpy."
She nodded, moving closer to him as the crowd dispersed.
"And she's alone over there."
