“Mine,” he mumbled at the glass, staring at the frown, willing the newcomer to come closer. That didn’t happen. The man did, however, motion at the window and the father stood up and drew the blind. Before that, though, the father peered through glass to try and see into the dark beyond.
Had the father been a sharper man, he might have seen the twitching branches that marked their visitor’s passage. He wasn’t.
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