By the end of the week he had lost three inches of height while his lower spine had started to curve forward like a toddler’s. His brown hair had become a sandy blonde, making his eyebrows vanish into the background of his unweathered, fair skin. Although his skull had become smaller in step with his body’s diminishing mass, his eyes had remained the same size, giving his face a sweet innocent look that belied his chronological age. It was becoming difficult for Anita to think of Howard as anything but a little boy. His appearance, mannerisms, gait, even the timber of his voice did nothing to destroy the illusion that he was really a four-year-old who had somehow acquired a precocious command of adult language.

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