Jeremy's mother, on the other hand, was a continual, gentle, warm whirlwind of household activities. She always seemed to be cooking, mending, or neatening up about the house. There were times, Jeremy felt, that he was incapable of showing his mother enough appreciation for making their home cozy and comfortable. Oddly enough, it was at precisely those times, she somehow acknowledged without words, the appreciation that Jeremy couldn't quite bring himself to blurt out. A clever woman as well as loving, she always seemed to anticipate Jeremy's needs and moods. No, the problem Jeremy was having lay not with his parents, but within himself.

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