It was more of a bittersweet memory, a great relief to think of his son without collapsing into despair. The usual feeling of guilt has vanished. Being in Glendara had healed her heart. Is this why Kelly, or was it her mother, wanted her to come here? Returning his attention to the passages, he continued reading. We threw a little party for Patrick. Children from nearby plantations came to celebrate. Sean organized some games for them to play outside. They ran around the park laughing and screaming with joy. Each of the servants gave Patrick a handmade gift. The cooks prepared a variety of biscuits. Sean's gift was the best of all. He gave Patrick a box of wooden figurines, each carved in the shape of a different animal. They were exquisite. I've learned to expect nothing more from Sean's craftsmanship. Patrick loved them. We spent the last remnants of the evening in the study. Sean worked on his records and I worked on his embroidery while Patrick played on the floor in front of the fireplace with his new toys. This is exactly how he imagined them in the studio. How strange. Was it a coincidence that she could relive moments of their life or was there another reason for it