’Whose angel child are you?’

”Quite suddenly she spoke to him: ’Bunny, come here.’ He got down from his chair at once. But while he stood waiting before her and while she considered him with eyes that were perplexed and brown, the weight grew. The weight grew and became like a stone. He had to lift it each time that he took a breath.

’Whose angel child are you?’ By these words and by the wholly unexpected kiss that accompanied them he was made sound and strong. His eyes met hers safely. With wings beating above him and a great masculine noise of trumpets and drums he returned to his breakfast.”

Ur The Came Like Swallows av William Maxwell