I did not recite the details of his birth as I usually do, but stayed anxiously quiet, not wanting to add to his misery, whatever it was. Maxwell's friends saw us across the back fence and came over. The cake with candles and the new audience softened Charles, and he began to smile and perform. Can't keep that performance gene down. Sometimes you need more than family to watch you blow out the candles.
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