Sometimes she thought she could see the little eight-year-old boy in his face, looking so terrified, so lonely. It nearly broke her heart to see him like that. She would put her arms around his neck and give him a kiss and a big hug, feeling the warmth of his body, and he would smile a bit, and say I've got such a Bonnie daughter! and laugh and tickle her, and she would laugh, too. He would tickle her all over, till she was in a sweat and tingly all over with a warm glow. She would remember how she cuddled with him in his great big bed when she had a bad dream, and she would creep into his room and into his bed with the warm, comforting scent of his body, and lay her head on his chest. Then she felt like she never wanted to leave; she would do anything for him, and now she would do this....