𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 . just as they had gone they are back again , they are a face that heugh has not seen before but he knows that it’s them because he would know that look anywhere , jacob heugh would know that jacket anywhere ; he has hung it over his arm and put it over their shoulders and had it sprawled across his home what must be a hundred times now , maybe a thousand . there’s guilt in his belly just as much as there was the thunderous gallop of all the syllables in their name punching out of his chest ; kennedy , kennedy , for hesitating , for the microsecond of caution . of course it’s them . who else would it be ??
he thinks of them once for even the silliest things , too much soy in his stir fry --- it’s as if it’s their summons to his door ; and he smiles , and it says all the things they just don’t have the time for . “ hey , kennedy . “ so suddenly , heugh’s made so aware of all the gray that’s touched his hair . time has passed , hasn’t it . he’s a new child , now . “ isn’t it a little hot to be wearing that ?? “
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