"Obrigado, Willow," Amou said.
"No. I am the one who should thank you.
Amou. Thank you for making this trip and being here
for me, to stand beside my mother and be part of my
family."
She smiled softly.
'Seu pal described her to me, not in detail, but
just as a beautiful woman, someone who had put
music and light back into his life. That's what he said,
'She is the woman who gave meaning to the word
angelic,' he said. When he spoke of her, he had tears
in his eyes."
"Thank you for telling me that. Amou, Rest," I
said, and kissed her softly.
My heart was so full. I thought I would explode
with happiness.
To my joyful surprise. Linden came down to
dinner. He had dressed well for it and brushed his
hair, and even participated in conversation, asking Amou questions about me as a young airl, some of the
answers embarrassing.
After they were introduced_. Thatcher couldn't
wait to tease her about the dreads,
"To this day she worries about them." he joked. "Stop it," I warned him, and glared at him with
hot eyes.
"No, no, it's all right," Amou said. She gave
Thatcher one of her famous intense looks-- famous,
at least, to me. "May you always be able to make fun
of the dreads." she told him after a long moment. He held his smile, but it was as if a prophet had
spoken, and he couldn't wait to change the topic and
talk about his mother's newest idea for the wedding.