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Trimmon barely noticed Vianca when his sister first brought her home. He liked girls with a bit of flash, though it tended to get him in trouble. Vi was quiet, mousy even. A casual observer might think her mute. But in her silent way, she grew on him. She made him tea after his long, cold shifts. Darned his woolen socks. Mended his uniform. She sat with him all night when he was sick. One day he realized that he always smiled when they were together. When he kissed her, she smiled back, and said "What took you so long?"