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Diana looked up at Francis trustingly. "Dad, why is Mama so sad?"
"No," he said, shaking his head. "No, it's absolutely not okay. I've lost half of my life."
She nodded, burrowing up close to him. "That sounds lovely..."
"I was worried that I would be replaced."
Faint cello music would stream through the house a few minutes later.
He nodded slowly. "I just... I want to remember something. I mean, I'm sorry Avice, but I don't know you. As far as I'm concerned, I've never...
"My voice is sleepy, babe."
"Oh. That's alright, then."
She set James down in his high chair, kissing his head before leaving the room.
"I don't even know if it's possible."
"I'm not worried in the slightest, Bug."
"Wow. I see."
She bit her lip, bouncing James gently.
He looked up at her, his blue eyes nervous. "It already happened."
"I'm not."
"Good. I'm glad."
"Yeah, for sure. I'm... I'm okay, though."
He frowned, running a hand through his hair, but saying nothing.
"Uh huh."
She looked relieved. "Really?"
