“I know.”
Denise’s hand tightened on Maya’s. The smile slipped.
“What is he doing?”
He sat. Both hands hovered over the keys, not pressing. He looked up at them with the calm of a child who has already done the thing in a smaller room.
“I know.”
Denise’s hand tightened on Maya’s. The smile slipped.
“What is he doing?”
He sat. Both hands hovered over the keys, not pressing. He looked up at them with the calm of a child who has already done the thing in a smaller room.
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