It was at the breakfast table that Alice had to first begin to explain to her four-year-old the secret of their family.
"Mommy?"
Alice turned toward her daughter. "Yes dear?"
"Why are people different?"
She paused, trying to decide how best to answer.
" What do you mean?"
Sarah lay a tiny, warm hand on her mother's wrist. "You're always so cold. And
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