He gazed up at me, and I felt the weight of everything he was in his eyes. Merle's threatened you before, and it hasn't impressed you much. I’mcoming, Mom; at this rate I’ll be planted very soon. His hair in the reflected glow of the headlights was truly gold, a curtain of nearly metallic waves flowing like a shining sea across the right side of his face.
You haven't done both with him, I said. No, despite the optimum condition of Tate’s words, it remains an ideal only, a reminder. Sorry, couldn't resist. Seeing his face free of all hair made him look more like a boy to me.
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