'M...mom...?' Falcon muttered.
The woman called Orchid stared at him in confusion. Then her mouth fell open. 'A...are you...Taurus...?'
In the daze Falcon did not fail to realize he looked exactly like her. He stared and stared at her until every inch of her face was imprinted in his memory. Orchid was a tall woman, with her skin wrinkled from age and worry lines. Her eyes though, were bright and alert. But most of all was her lips. Falcon thought he was looking into a mirror. Arched, slightly plump with a cupid's bow, Falcon knew he had got his lips from her.
She was thin as a stick, baggy clothes hanging off her frame like they would do on a scarecrow. She was wearing a psychic's long frock with a thin cashmere sweater. A beaded necklace hung around her neck.
Absolute silence hung over the two of them as they gazed at each other's faces.
