Once more the maids of the house swept Levi away. Rather, lured him away with the promise of sweets and cookies. They had done it because my son, the little menace he was at times, refused to leave my side and Bastian had arranged for the pack doctor to come and take a look at me.
Neither of us wanted Levi present for the examination but he had refused to go.
Lucky for us, the women in this house hadn't had a child here in ages and apparently they were starved for some cuteness.
By the time Levi submitted to his urges for sweets, the doctor had already arrived.
The old man looked exactly as I had last seen him. The same bald spot on the top of his head. Same gray eyes and kind smile. His glasses were still too large for his face. Shoes looked like a clown had loaned them to him.
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