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PecanChapter II

The patient heart.

Big, warm, a little sleepy. The calmest place in the whole house.

Pecan eating a berry tart by the rainy window while Berry watches
Pecan fast asleep and snoring next to Berry
A sunset picnic by the water
Pecan and Berry on a bench by the window with an oil lamp
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Caramel fur, a belly built for hugs, and eyes that are always half-closed.

He looks sleepy. He notices everything, especially what she would never say out loud.

He falls asleep in one second. Anywhere. Halfway through her sentence.

He always saves the last nut. Never for himself.

And he forgives everything, usually before she’s finished being angry.

She’s the storm. He’s the shelter.