One of her first Real Memories was sitting in the park with her aunt and watching the sun disappear over, what the people of the town called mountains, but were really just large tree covered hills. After the last glaring remnant of light winked out, she had see him. He had stepped from a deep shadow in the trees at the edge of the park. Her aunt had been busy collecting their blankets, used napkins, crayons, empty juice boxes, assorted coloring books and romance novels, and hadn't seen him.
Caitlin had just stood and stared with the temerity of a child of the Very Big Age of three and a half. He was average height and build, with average length hair of a very average brown. But his eyes were dark, and his skin was pale. He looked as though he was not sure if he was glad she had spotted him or not.
And just as her aunt had called for Caitlin to follow her to the car, he waved.
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