No mother had ever protected and fussed over him like they did, he thought bitterly. “I will take care of you today,” he seemed to be saying. A shrill piping voice brought him back to earth. Instantly he stepped back, for there on the next balcony was a beautiful girl painting her toenails coral pink and soaking up the slanting rays of the early evening sun.
“How’s Macaulay?” “Devastated,” sighed Fen. She look like a girl who enjoyed anything very much. But when he tried to pick up the baby and cuddle him, Marcus arched his back rigidly and started to yell, so Rupert handed him back to Helen. ”“Oh, Rupert, don’t force him,” Helen began.
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