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That is when they saw it.

She asked what kind.

He would sit on the floor, his heavy back against the cold stone wall, and place the duck on his thigh. Then he would talk. grosse fesse

Étienne, wrapped in wool, shivering but calm, looked at the boy with eyes like the winter sea. That is when they saw it

One winter, the cold was merciless. The harbor froze for the first time in forty years. Étienne, now seventy-one, slipped on the gangplank and fell into the black water. The other men pulled him out, coughing and blue. They stripped his clothes in the dockmaster's shack to wrap him in blankets. wrapped in wool

“Because,” he said, “she is the only weight I ever wanted to carry.”