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that assurance like a benediction, pleased that he has had the strength to not
spoil Willem’s idyll with his needs, his loneliness, his wants.
But that, he reminds himself, is many years in the future. Right now there

is Malcolm, and his hopeful, anxious face, waiting to hear his reply.
“He’s not back until this evening,” he tells Malcolm. “We’ve got all
afternoon, Mal. I’ve got as much time as you need.”