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.”“I heard people do that, you know. I thought you ‘n’ Dad...”“We haven’t spent many nights apart, and when he was out of town, I stayed...at Mom’s house ... Couldn’t do that there. Walls’re thin ... I could hear them, so I figured they could hear me.”“You could hear ‘em doin’ it?”“Uh-huh. I saw ‘em once, too ... Peeked through the door when they were doin’ it on the sofa. They didn’t see me. I asked your dad if all that was normal.” She smiled. “He broke out in a sweat talkin’ about it.”“I bet. Now the only sound he was making was a whimpering sound and his only action was reaching for the man. Martha felt a need, an urgent need, to step closer to the old man's bedside so she did. Sean strained his little arms towards the man's stick thin hand that was clutching the bed rail so Martha bent slightly so Sean could reach him.Two things happened when Sean's hand touched the old man's hand. Sean instantly became calm, and seemed to relax in Martha's arms. The old man's breath rattled one. More

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