Fourth

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"How was your day, Little Theron?"

"It didn't rain today."

A chuckle came from the beautiful middle-aged woman.

"You know, only you like the rain so much."

"I'm not sure why. Most Mancers have the ability to avoid getting wet. That shouldn't be an issue."

"People like to see the sun. You know, your future wife might like seeing the sun, too. You should be more accommodating."

"Maybe I will marry someone who likes the rain, too," Theron said with a smile.

"You never know. Someone you hate just might become your wife. Someone you love with all your heart might not be the one for you."

Theron blinked, looking up from his book at the same time to gaze at his mom. There was an odd look in his eyes, the sort of look he got when he didn't understand something.

His mother smiled. Her little boy was already 12 years old today, and she felt like she was seeing that adorable little look less and less these days.