The man bent down, hugging his son tightly, his tea-colored eyes half-closed, asked hoarsely, "What did your mommy tell you?"
Casimir Shaw saw that Richard Shaw was actually hugging him, beaming with joy, patted Richard Shaw's back like a little adult, and said, "Mommy just asked how I've been lately, said she's been at sea all the time and misses me a lot."
Since he was three, Richard Shaw rarely hugged him, saying he was a little adult now and couldn't see himself as a baby anymore. Casimir Shaw grinned from ear to ear, scratching his head somewhat bashfully, and said sensibly, "Richard, don't worry, I'll ask mommy how she's doing and let you know."
Smart beyond his years. Richard Shaw felt a pang of bitterness inside, reached out to rub the little guy's head, thought for a moment, and explained in a low voice, "Don't mention me in front of your mommy. Just keep in touch with her regularly."
