He leapt onto the counter and pulled at his hair. Eyes wild, he began to squawk and thrash about. Passersby stared through the window, hurrying after they had gotten their visual fill.
"Well, at least he's not surly and silent anymore, right?"
Wendy sighed and didn't answer. She didn't know if it was better or worse, she only knew it still wasn't good. She closed her eyes, pressed her fingers against her temples, and wondered when, if ever, she would have a normal son.
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