The way it had happened was stupid, absurd. Go up and get my daughter so we can have some homemade pie. The little streaks upon the germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their witness and are illuminated. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. Most of all she enjoyed the gentle gratitude of her foster family members, even the teasing 7 of Mike, her foster brother, who liked to play food critic to give her a hard time. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things.
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