VII – Marie

Love her? Never!
Adam, please.
No!
Ben, don't push. He's right.
What?
Adam has to—
Do nothing.
Green eyes to hazel. You don't have to love me.
Angry velvet brown eyes. Marie!
It hurts. I won't do that to him.
How does she know what I didn't know myself?

Love her? Maybe.
Another brother?
Warm smile. Yes, son.
Good. But this is hard... Marie?
Come upstairs and see.
He's tiny—
Let him go, Ben.
But he's—
Crying? He won't be so afraid now.

Love her? Oh, yes.
Did she know, Pa?
Wise dark eyes, tearful, too. Yes – she always knew.

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