No, [ with a little laugh, and then more seriously: ] No, she never worked anywhere for very long.
[ He’s still mulling the thought of a young Byerly practicing his violin, believing being good enough might bring his mother back. At least he kept loving it even when it failed him. That’s something. But not enough, so Bastien gives into the impulse to twist around and get an arm around his middle. ]
Was your father only a bastard to you? Or to all of you?
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[ He’s still mulling the thought of a young Byerly practicing his violin, believing being good enough might bring his mother back. At least he kept loving it even when it failed him. That’s something. But not enough, so Bastien gives into the impulse to twist around and get an arm around his middle. ]
Was your father only a bastard to you? Or to all of you?