<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Thank you."  The man paused, his eyes dropping for a moment as he took a deep breath.  <br/>
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"Papa."  Jack tugged at Jethro's shirt.  "How did you know?  Does it show?  Can other people tell when they look at you, or at Dad?  What -- "<br/>
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Sherrod held up a hand to stem the boy's questions.  "Those of us who have suffered loss can often recognize it in others.  It is a credit to your Papa that he is so observant."<br/>
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Jack nodded, tucking his head against Jethro again.  "I don't think you should wear your uniform, Papa.  A'cuz Dad loves you now, and not when you was a Marine.  You should wear a court suit.  He likes that dark grey one that Aunt Abby says makes you look like a silver fox."  Sherrod snorted almost silently at that.</span></span>