” I said. “But I’m okay. And I’m very happy you had a good afternoon.”
He studied me for another moment. Then he looked at his fox, then back at me. “Damien helped me move the nest,” he said, as though this fact was relevant to my sadness and might address it in some indirect way.
“I know. I saw.”
“He didn’t step on it.”
“No,” I agreed. “He didn’t.”
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