Aunt Jane had her quiet moments. ‘They weren’t no soldiers. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. She dressed quickly, pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. “How are ya, buddy? Good job at the concert.
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