Спереводом she trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. they dart to the large digital image of james, then back to his face. his eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl's distracted mother - a dark-haired youg woman, who looked around his age (in appearance), who was in deep conversation with another couple - before landing back on the girl's face, where an improbable grin had begun to grow. ''i knew it", she whispers.
