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She half expected it and, did not pull away, but stayed as the boy rested his hand on her knee. First time it was easy to accept it was an accident, it had been so brief and he had been so apologetic, the second felt like a grope and today. For three or four minutes he simply sat with his hand on her knee. It had been six years since her husband passed away. Not by choice but by default and that boys hand resting on her knee. Giving her a gentle, and calming, pat as her breathing became faster. They would be having a lazy morning and she knew there were some demanding targets ahead if she was to keep her husband's company alive.