Before Noah could hug Nancy, Clark grabbed her hand and shook it. 'Mom," he said. Do you want uncle Noah to hug you? Why do you want him to hug you? Can't you hug me instead?" The boy was jealous, but because he had an immature face, he looked lovely.

Nancy gently squeezed his small face. 'I feel a little uncomfortable," she explained patiently. 'So, I don't have enough strength to hug you anymore. When I recover, I can hold you again. Is that okay?"

'I can hug you, Mom." After ...