The images stopped, and the man - the selk - removed his mouth from her shoulder. His hand came to rest on her chest between her breasts. Then, he loo...ed into her eyes, his still that otherworldly luminous white, and he said, “Mine.”Mary sighed, then nodded, feeling for the first time in her entire life, that she was where she belonged. Now, with steady motions, she stroked her hands up his chest to cup his face. Her thumbs ran over the rough whiskers on his cheeks and she pulled his face to. ”“Do I?”“Damn it, Brendan, what’s wrong?”“My name is Arnulf.”Grams recoiled from the steel of his voice. “Why are you being like this?”“I ran into Margaret today.”“Who?”He held up an old black and white photograph of a smiling little boy with a flat top hair cut. “Rolf’s mother.”His voice cracked, his shoulders shook. “I want my little boy.”Grams went to his chair and pulled his head against her stomach. “I know Arnie. I miss my Angie, too.”He clung to her and cried.Her fingers stroked his. ‘Ah, Mrs Lonsdale. I’ve been waiting for you! Come in, come in! Sit!’Mrs Vero pointed to an upright chair in front of her desk. I sat, with my hands in my lap, unsure what to expect.She looked at me over the top of her glasses. She still looked every inch a school mistress, with her dark skirt falling just below the knee, her crisp blue and white striped blouse, and her sensible low-heeled black court shoes. Her grey hair was done up in a bun, and though she must have been over sixty, she. “That was so awesome, Mom.”“Yeah,” I panted. “Oh, my, I can’t believe you did that.”“So ... it came back.”“When the sun rose,” I said, glancing to the golden light peeking over the horizon. “And it vanished at sunset.”“So you only get it by day. When you’re at school. Teaching.” My daughter gave me an impish grin. “Lucky you.”“Lucky me,” I nodded in complete agreement.Sita was beaming at me when I walked into my first class. “I really enjoyed our lesson last night, Ms. Marcie.”“So did I,” I.