About half an hour later, Edmond entered the bedroom he shared with Maxie. He had changed from his day clothes into his favorite solid black nightgown, the dark fabric reaching his ankles. The piece's design was unsurprisingly old-fashioned - most things in Edmond's mansion were that way.
He approached Maxie cautiously. Was he already sleeping? Was Edmond's bed comfortable enough for him? Such things were important, both for Maxie's well-being and for the child's.
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With that and a slow sigh, Edmond let Maxie go.
About half an hour later, Edmond entered the bedroom he shared with Maxie. He had changed from his day clothes into his favorite solid black nightgown, the dark fabric reaching his ankles. The piece's design was unsurprisingly old-fashioned - most things in Edmond's mansion were that way.
He approached Maxie cautiously. Was he already sleeping? Was Edmond's bed comfortable enough for him? Such things were important, both for Maxie's well-being and for the child's.