Whenever Corey's mom goes back home, there is a period
of time in which Corey mourns her departure. The body
language is evident here. Nothing helps...not even the toy
beside her. The only comfort is one of Anne's sox...which
she carries with her for a day or so.
Recently found under one of the big four poster beds
upstairs where Corey sleeps were four such sox
(so- I don't run the sweeper that often any more). She
had probably collected them, one by one and lovingly
placed them beside her as she slept.
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