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Nan is waiting on the platform, arms outstretched and exclamations about his height ready on her lips. She kisses both cheeks, holds him at arm’s length to examine him, and promptly decides that he is too thin (he’s not) and looks stressed (which might be true).
“A decent few meals and relaxation,” she proclaims, and tuts at him. “Honestly, I don’t know what it is with you young people these days. Always have to be everywhere at once.”
He endures the fussing with a patient smile, and allows her to confiscate his books for the first few days, and spends those days in the new garden hammock that she’s had his Uncle Aaron set up between her cherry trees at some point in the spring.
“Basking is good for the soul,” she proclaims when he asks.
So he spends three days or so mostly doz
