"What if, in denying him the choice, he becomes a monster?" Sam said, not able to meet her eyes. He was thinking about Jessica at this moment, and as so, was unable to meet the warm colors of his wife's eyes and skin.
The trip into the square was dirty pool, in his opinion, because he could never make his point in the dramatic fashion that she could. "This isn't fair, Anne and you know it. I can't stand here and tell him that when he grows up, he can't be anything he wants because he's got to be king of an ancient kingdom. I won't do it. To either of them. You know why."