david
I have seen that look before.
At the writing-table, and
in bed. After hours of
practice. When I ask you why
you are angry and you say
that you aren’t, only just
trying to concentrate on —
On something. Once, you gathered
a newborn lamb in your arms
and quieted it with a
glance. Looked up, bit your lip to
look fierce and said, now I will
be serious enough for
the both of us, never fear.