Ana gradually began to warm towards Napoleon. She started having mother-type wishes like “Buy a Toy Chest” and “Teach Napoleon to Talk.”
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Maybe it’s because the older Napoleon gets, the less likely she is to wake Ana up in the middle of the night by crying.
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Maybe it’s because Ana figures if Napoleon learns how to walk, she’ll be able to get her own damn bottle.
Napoleon soon grows into a child. I have to agree with Pork With Bones’ comment – she looks like a very small middle-aged woman. For some reason I imagine her in a rayon floral-print dress and a sensible pair of flats, working at the county records office, her desk piled high with file folders and Bankers Boxes.
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When she grows into a child, Napoleon receives the traits “Loves the Outdoors” and “Good.” Every day when she gets home from school, she sits herself down at the table and does her homework.
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Her relationship with Ana seems to be improving. They chat often, and Ana hasn’t blown up at her yet.
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“Do you have the file on that easement project out on Highway 32? I need to make a copy of the topo map for the staff meeting tomorrow.”
I decide they should have some mother-daughter time, so I send them off to a neighborhood park together. Oddly, there are no children in their neighborhood.
Napoleon ends up playing on the swingset alone, while her mother wanders around meeting people.
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Eventually Napoleon stopped playing to go use the restroom. It was getting late, and I decided they should go back home.
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To my consternation, I discovered that while Napoleon was in the bathroom, Ana decided to walk home, leaving Napoleon alone at the park.