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Are you interested in seeing an excerpt from my upcoming book?
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,” Margaret sang not caring that it was still a long time until Christmas. Juniour and Sally waited patiently on the couch until it was their turn to be rocked. Finally with a little smile on her face, Alice closed her innocent young eyes and was soon fast asleep.

Margaret didn’t put her down right away, though. She stroked the soft copper-colored tendrils off Alice’s forehead and wondered if her twin still looked so totally identical to her. She carried her carefully to the lower bunk that David had made: twin sized on the bottom and single on the top so that each of the children could sleep in the former storage room. Her heart was filled with prayerful longings towards the Other Twin.

She opened her arms to Sally who jumped eagerly onto her lap to receive a cuddle.

“Jesus loves me this I know,” she sang smiling at Davey Juniour. Soon, all too soon he wouldn’t want to be rocked anymore, thinking he was a big boy now. Already he was worried that the Other Boys in grade one would Find Out but she assured him she and Daddy would never tell and since he wouldn’t either it was their special secret. After the customary three or four songs, she tucked a light cover over the two girls and planted a kiss on each smooth, untroubled forehead.

Now it was Davey’s turn. My, he’s growing to look more and more like his Daddy. She hugged him close and started singing “Peter, James and John had a little sailboat,” which he loved. Sally looked a lot like her birth mother, Janet, who Margaret had never met. None of the three were bone- of-her bone and flesh of her flesh, but she loved them dearly as if they were.

Her voice faltered while singing “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,” but Junior didn’t notice.

If little Ricky had lived he would be just a few months older than Emily and Alice, and he, too, would have had an opportunity to snuggle in her arms, something she achingly missed.

She tried not to let her voice quaver as she thought about the baby she had lost on the ship, and that there had been no little brother or sister forthcoming since.

Soon the little darlings were fast asleep and Margaret finished tidying up as she wondered how much longer it would be before David came in. He often spent his evenings at the shop working on someone’s vehicle.
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