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After showing Sabastian all of her furniture, Susan proceeded to show him all the rooms in her new dollhouse.

While they were playing, she asked, "Did you see Sol's hands?"

"I did not."

"They were pretty."

"Were they? I had not noticed. How so?"

"They were shinny."

"What do you mean by that?" Sabastian asked.

"They were glowing."

"I did not see that. Why were his hands glowing?"

"Because an angel touched them."

"Really? Do you know which angel?"

"John Paul, silly."

"How do you know about John Paul?" Sabastian asked. There was no way Susan could have known about John Paul, let alone that Sol had met with him that night.

"I just do. He's gonna help Sol."

"How?"

"He's gonna make him believe."

"Believe in what?"

"God."

"John Paul is going to make Sol believe in God," Sabastian repeated.

"Yup."

"Do you believe in God?"

"Yeah, he's the one that brought us together," Susan answered.

"Do you know why Sol needs to believe in God?" Sabastian asked.

"Not yet. But you will too, eventually," she answered. "Let's go see if Mary will let us look at her room," Susan said, abruptly ending the conversation.

"I think that would be nice," Sabastian replied, picking Susan up and walking into the hall. Just getting to the top of the stairs was Mary, saying, "And now you have to see my room."

"May we join you?" Sabastian asked.

"I didn't think you'd care to bother."

"Susan wanted me to see it," he said, slightly bowing his head.

"The more the merrier," Sol announced.

The four of them went into Mary's room, which was full of deep red furniture. "I'm going to have the walls covered in red velvet, with black highlights."

"It sounds like it'll be very pretty," Sol responded.

"Won't it be pretty Sabastian?" Susan asked.

"Yes, very much so," he answred, though he really felt it was too typical a set up. Elizabeth had done a similar thing for many years. "But now it is time for you to go to bed."

"O.K.," she said, jumping down and leading Sabastian by the hand back to her room. "Did you see how pretty Sol's hands were?" she asked on the way to bed.

"I am sorry, but I did not."

"It's O.K., you will."



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