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There were some things that Tom Hobbes did simply because he felt they should be done. He knocked on wood, he made sure the girls had fresh cut flowers in their hair a few times a week, he set aside a few evenings a month with Neil or with Mike or with both, and he sung in the shower, despite requests to the contrary.
And he also turned Peter out of bed early a few times a month to force him down to the beach as the sun came up, fishing lines and tackle boxes and worms and all. It was a morning like any other, except somewhere back in the world tree there were three polished rings in their boxes and the big day was quickly coming up.
Swallowing a spasm of butterflies, Tom looked back over his shoulder at Peter, giving him a happy grin.
"You think we got enough nightcrawlers today?" he asked, giving the tin Peter was carrying a speculative look.
And he also turned Peter out of bed early a few times a month to force him down to the beach as the sun came up, fishing lines and tackle boxes and worms and all. It was a morning like any other, except somewhere back in the world tree there were three polished rings in their boxes and the big day was quickly coming up.
Swallowing a spasm of butterflies, Tom looked back over his shoulder at Peter, giving him a happy grin.
"You think we got enough nightcrawlers today?" he asked, giving the tin Peter was carrying a speculative look.