He watched her as she wandered around the kitchen, pulling together food to eat, so easy that she might've been, he thought, a mama too. Usually there were two kinds of adults, the sort that got along with kids, or people who didn't know where to begin. It was clear that she wasn't the second, and as James waited, he found himself eventually too impatient to keep quiet for long, nerves on edge and no single place in the kitchen allowing him the space or quiet that he'd need to finish his letter.
"Are you a mom?" he asked quietly, tilting his head and following her around, as though maybe he'd find an opportunity to help soon enough, if only he stayed close.
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Date: 2011-09-11 12:12 am (UTC)"Are you a mom?" he asked quietly, tilting his head and following her around, as though maybe he'd find an opportunity to help soon enough, if only he stayed close.