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He has rare moments at the edge of sleep when his mind is like a shell, shimmering like a mother-of -pearl afternoon. Sharp boy-silhouettes move in the milky light. A man is watching with his back turned. He laughs...warmly and unreservedly.
His sons both look at him the same way now. Slate-grey eyes full of wariness, bodies tense...like they are prepared for anything. Sometimes it makes him clench his fists into his palms in anger, behind his back.
If only they knew what he knows...what he has seen.
He wonders fleetingly who that man is. He seems so strangely familiar.