Brew walked over to Alayce and bent down and picked her up gently. He looked at her face and his hands made her look up at him. They didn't say anything, not a word. Brew put his arms around her. I'd never seen my boy so gentle.
"Alayce, honey," he said, "there ain't nothin' so bad can happen that'll make one ashamed of what they is, if they's proud enough."
Piri Thomas
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