It was good to see that smile. It made his smile brighter and more warm. Less worried. She was beautiful, but that genuine smile was the highlight of her grace. "You're welcome. I mean that Miss Flint. You are a kind person." Not many stopped to have a genuine conversation with those who were grieving. A pity look here, an 'I'm sorry' there. But Lucille Flint had shown compassion that some in their society seem to forget.

For a moment he hadn't understood what she had meant. Then he watched her look around the room. He took a moment to look as well. Most of these people wouldn't accept him if they knew. Knew what had happened to him. Knew the curse he now had to live with. He looked back to her. "No. They aren't. Most of them, anyway. It's sad. Makes it harder to trust others. But, there are good people. I believe it." He saw his mother as good. His father. Some of his family. But no, not all were very kind.