His rebellious attitude hurt me. Andre and I did not get along like that before his mother died. Nor could I recall any occasion in which he had been so mean with his sister, he adored her and they played together all the time. I did not like using my “alpha” influence on him, because we did not have that kind of relationship; but in moments like that I remembered Doctor Donovan’s words a lot and convinced myself that if I did not do something to recover my son’s trust, soon we would have no relationship at all. And I did not want Andre to grow up hating me, nor to ignore me the way I myself had done with my own father for so long. The things one realizes when one grows up.
He stopped looking for whatever it was he was looking for in the orderly set of parts, and huffed. He raised his hea
