[She beams up at him before she starts, then begins to fold, carefully and slowly. Mary begins to hum as she works, sometimes stopping and glancing up at him as if for approval, and then folds again. It isn't until she's almost got it that she hesitates, seeming to forget which way to go next.]
Um...is it like this?
[She takes a corner and points it questioningly in one direction.]
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Um...is it like this?
[She takes a corner and points it questioningly in one direction.]