[She watches him for some moments before she speaks. There are only two things in Iris' existence that she is unreservedly proud of, and her son is the only living one of those.
In his grace she sees both herself and his father: Marsh's hairsplitting precision married to her own ebullient terrier joie de vivre in a way they never managed for their own lives, but it reaches perfection in their son.]
You'll go easy on your old Mum, won't you, Zane love?
[She grins wickedly as she says it: if he does go easy, Iris will make him sorry.]
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In his grace she sees both herself and his father: Marsh's hairsplitting precision married to her own ebullient terrier joie de vivre in a way they never managed for their own lives, but it reaches perfection in their son.]
You'll go easy on your old Mum, won't you, Zane love?
[She grins wickedly as she says it: if he does go easy, Iris will make him sorry.]