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Imagining Charles Emerson Winchester III, so small he hasn't even started growing into that name yet, walking past his younger brother's empty bedroom, wanting to put a name to the fear he feels but not having the words for it. Picturing him noticing the differences between three and two. Never talking about it but never forgetting either, telling himself that Honoria was too young to remember the way he does. Wondering if when he applies to medical school years later, he remembers the fear and hopes he'll finally have the words for it.