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           "Whatelseistheretodoatnight?"

           Iletitgoforthemomentandwentdownthehalltothekitchen.Hewastherebeforeme,needingnoguide.HesatintheverychairI’dtriedtopicturehimin.Hisbeautylitupthekitchen.ItwasamomentbeforeIcouldlookaway.

           Iconcentratedongettingmydinner,takinglastnight’slasagnafromthefridge,placingasquareonaplate,heatingitinthemicrowave.Itrevolved,fillingthekitchenwiththesmelloftomatoesandoregano.Ididn’ttakemyeyesfromtheplateoffoodasIspoke.

           "Howoften?"Iaskedcasually.

           "Hmmm?"HesoundedasifIhadpulledhimfromsomeothertrainofthought.

           Istilldidn’tturnaround."Howoftendidyoucomehere?"

           "Icomeherealmosteverynight."

           Iwhirled,stunned."Why?"

           "You’reinterestingwhenyousleep."Hespokematter-of-factly."Youtalk."

           "No!"Igasped,heatfloodingmyfaceallthewaytomyhairline.Igrippedthekitchencounterforsupport.IknewItalkedinmysleep,ofcourse;mymotherteasedmeaboutit.Ihadn’tthoughtitwassomethingIneededtoworryabouthere,though.

           Hisexpressionshiftedinstantlytochagrin."Areyouveryangrywithme?"

           "Thatdepends!"IfeltandsoundedlikeI’dhadthebreathknockedoutofme.

           Hewaited.

           "On?"heurged.

           "Whatyouheard!"Iwailed.

           Instantly,silently,hewasatmyside,takingmyhandscarefullyinhis.

           "Don’tbeupset!"hepleaded.Hedroppedhisfacetothelevelofmyeyes,holdingmygaze.Iwasembarrassed.Itriedtolookaway.

           "Youmissyourmother,"hewhispered."Youworryabouther.