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He did not say he feared what the capital contained: the White household's long shadow and shorter tempers. He did not say he could not yet decide whether he wanted to be seen by those who had never once looked at with kindness. He didn't have to say it. Sera knew the shape of silence, John was thinking of something deep. But she knew John would come.
Suddenly…
Fizz arrived like a comet, his fur wild with dancing, cheeks sticky with syrup he insisted was a ceremonial mark. "What's this," he said. "Are we naming babies again?"
"Fizz," John said. "No. Stop talking about babies." he paused, taking a breather. "She is leaving,"
"Yes I am leaving." Sera said with a smile that tried not to apologize for anything. "Tell me goodbye without turning it into a Fizz song."
