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She followed Brett into thekitchen. He was dressed only in light blue pajama bottoms, their white cotton drawstringhanging down to below the neat fork of his crotch. Although it was barely midsummer he wasalready very brown he was naturally dark, like his father, and tanned easily.Standing in the doorway she saw him in profile, that same fine, clear morning light pouringover his body as he hunted along the line of cupboards above the stove and the counter and thesink. Her heart was full of wonder and fear. He s beautiful, she thought. cheap tiffany Everything that s beautiful, or ever was, in us, is in him. It was a moment she never forgot she saw her son dadonly in his pajama bottoms and for a moment dimly comprehended the mystery of hisboyhood, so soon to be left behind. Her mother s eyes loved the slim curves of his muscles, theline of his buttocks, the clean soles of his feet. He seemed . utterly perfect.She saw it clearly because Brett wasn t awake. Tiffany Bangle
As a child there had been episodes ofsleepwalking; about two dozen of them in all, between the ages of four and eight. She hadfinally gotten worried enough scared enough to consult with Dr. Gresham without Joe sknowledge . She wasn t afraid that Brett was losing his mind anyone who was around himcould see he was bright and normal but she was afraid that he might hurt himself while hewas in thatstrange state. Dr. Gresham had told her that was very unlikely, and that most of the funny ideaspeople had about somnambulism came from cheap, badly researched movies.