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The story of Nine and her mother inches forward -- only an additional paragraph tonight:
They hung the blankets up to dry -- the dew had left them uncomfortably damp -- and that night they dragged them and the hot water bottle, newly refilled, back out to the spot under the trees where the brush was flattened down from the previous night’s camp. This time, Nine’s mother had left a lamp lit inside the house, and they watched the window as they sat together in the dark. The night grew chilly and the grown woman wrapped her arms around Nine, but they both continued to look towards the house. Nine’s ears pricked up first, but her mother felt the sudden tension in her shoulders and placed a forefinger against the girl’s lips for fear she would utter a mew of surprise. They continued to wait, and soon both could make out the sound of feet coming the path that curled towards their home.
They hung the blankets up to dry -- the dew had left them uncomfortably damp -- and that night they dragged them and the hot water bottle, newly refilled, back out to the spot under the trees where the brush was flattened down from the previous night’s camp. This time, Nine’s mother had left a lamp lit inside the house, and they watched the window as they sat together in the dark. The night grew chilly and the grown woman wrapped her arms around Nine, but they both continued to look towards the house. Nine’s ears pricked up first, but her mother felt the sudden tension in her shoulders and placed a forefinger against the girl’s lips for fear she would utter a mew of surprise. They continued to wait, and soon both could make out the sound of feet coming the path that curled towards their home.
