Amy nods toward the cots in the middle of the room.
"Caspian has the boats and Laurence the horses," she says, of the brightly painted mobiles that hang above them.
"Come on, darling," she says to Laurence, carrying him over toward the cot under the horse mobile. He yawns at her, and Amy yawns back, exaggeratedly so, in response.
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Amy nods toward the cots in the middle of the room.
"Caspian has the boats and Laurence the horses," she says, of the brightly painted mobiles that hang above them.
"Come on, darling," she says to Laurence, carrying him over toward the cot under the horse mobile. He yawns at her, and Amy yawns back, exaggeratedly so, in response.