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Footsteps in the hall: Peter turned as Caleb appeared in the doorway, Pim behind hiht switched on in his eyes

"It’s really you," he said

A you"

Peter stepped back; Amy rose on her elbows as Caleb leaned over the bed and the two embraced When at last they parted, they still held one another by the elbows, each bea into the other’s happy face Peter understood what he was seeing: the deep bond that Aed in the days before Iohen Arown-up," Caleb said, laughing

Ahed, too "So do you"

Caleb turned to his wife, speaking and signing simultaneously "Amy, this is Pined

Very well, thank you, Pim replied

A with expert speed It’s a beautiful name You’re just as I pictured you

You, too

Caleb stared at the toe he had just witnessed was, technically, impossible

"Amy," Caleb said, "how did you do that?"

She frowned at her splayed fingers "Now, I don’t think I know I suppose the sisters n"

She dropped her hands to her lap and looked up "Well, somebody must have How else could I have done it?"

More footsteps; an atar into the bedroom

"Mr President, I’ht find you here" His chin lifted toward the bed "Pardonup now, hands folded in her lap "Much better, thank you, General"

He narrowed his attention on Caleb "Lieutenant, aren’t you supposed to be in your rack?"

"I wasn’t tired, sir"