By the time they caught up to Tinsley and Sam, Tinsley had Sam on a chair at the table in her kitchen and was kneeling before him wiping a dampened washcloth over his face and neck and cooing to him all the while. Sam gazed at her in apparent rapture, his wide eyes never leaving her face.
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The three of them made it back to Tinsley’s house with only the minimum of tears from Sam, who had caught sight of the cereal aisle, with its growing number of shelves filled with colorful, too expensive brand cereal. Tinsley allowed him to choose two, which floored Sam for a good ten minutes, who began to cry as they left the aisle, as he was now certain he would never see such richness again.
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glimpses here and there