I want my mom, a little boy cried out suddenly.Every voice fell silent. The boy had said what they were all feeling.Caine hopped down from the car and went to the boy. He knelt down and took the boys hands in his own. He asked the boys name, and reintroduced himself. We all want our parents back, he said gently, but loudly enough to be overheard clearly by those nearest. We all want that. And I believe that will happen. I believe we will see all our moms and dads, and older brothers and sisters, and even our teachers again. I believe that. Do you believe it, too?Yes. The little boy sobbed.Caine wrapped him in a hug and said, Be strong. Be your mommys strong little boy.Hes good, Astrid said. Hes beyond good.Then Caine stood up. People had formed a circle around him, close but respectful. We all have to be strong. We all have to get through this. If we work together to choose good leaders and do the right thing, we will make it.The entire crowd of kids seemed to stand a little taller. There were determined looks on faces that had been weary and frightened.Sam was mesmerized by the performance. In just a few minutes time, Caine had infused hope into a very frightened, dispirited bunch of kids.Astrid seemed mesmerized too, though Sam thought he detected the cool glint of skepticism in her eyes.Sam was skeptical himself. He distrusted rehearsed displays. He distrusted charm. But it was hard not to think that Caine was at least trying to reach out to the Perdido Beach kids. It was hard not to believe in him, at least a little. And if Caine really did have a plan, wouldnt that be a good thing? No one else seemed to have a clue.
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