Re: Zale Always a home for me, even though I'm not... Zale then pushed the thought aside with a smile as he glanced down at the forget-me-not blossoms. His mother wouldn't go anywhere again without telling him, she had promised. He decided his uncle had clearly rubbed off him, giving him the ability to turn completely pleasant, comforting words into something brood-worthy.
At least he was aware of it and repositioning the napping child in his arms, "I'm glad. Yeah, we can go... I bet a lot of other people would be happy to see you, too. Like Aunt Tessie and D."