"Cassius, darling, how are you?" his mother had asked, her heels sinking into perfect green as she brushed down his pastel lapels with her expensive manicure. A plaque on a nearby tree commemorating a lost patriarch flashed absent-mindedly in the sun.
"It's been too long, we missed you so. You simply must come back with us to Vienna once September comes around."
"Thank you mother," Cassius replied, taking a step back, "but in September I'm expected back at St. Jude's…"
"Oh yes darling, of course. So, one more year is it? After that, then."
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