I swear I told her to come. Come on! Where is she!
Who's calling me?
What is it, Mother?
I'll tell you- Nurse, leave us. Wait, actually you can stay. You know how young Juliet is.
Yes, I know her age to the hour.
She's not even fourteen.
Two weeks and a few days.
I'd bet fourteen of my own teeth- if I had that many- she's not fourteen. How long until Lammastide?
No matter what, on Lammas Eve, she'll be fourteen, just like Susan had she survived the earthquake eleven years ago. I remember how good she was, and how active and funny.
I remember once when she was very young, and had just learned to walk and run, she fell flat on her face and cut her forehead, and when my husband picked her up, he said "When you grow older and smarter you'll fall backwards, won't you?" And the pretty fool stopped crying and said "Yes."