The Writer's Corner
Chapter 116 - Blessed are Friends and Family
Written by Deanne Bertram
Life settled into a routine between the two doctors North Fork
now boasted. Thadd was pleased that Aaron had a way of putting
people at ease, so it didn’t matter to the patient which
physician was at the clinic.
Several weeks had passed when Abigail commented to Thadd,
“They’re totally professional at the clinic, but they try to
avoid finding themselves together unless they are with a
patient,” Abigail stated.
“Do you think maybe it wasn’t a good idea to hire Aaron, that
maybe I should have waited to find another doctor,” asked Thadd.
“Why would you ask that?”
“Isn’t your ‘women’s intuition’ setting off an alarm that Aaron
and Sarah aren’t working out so well together…” answered Thadd.
“Quite the contrary,” Abigail gave out a small laugh. “I think
they are mutually attracted to each other, but are too
embarrassed to show it or let the other know.”
“Embarrassed… Oh…” quipped Thadd as he understood.
“Why don’t you give them both them tomorrow off. Maybe we can
contrive a way to get them together,” Abigail smiled as she
thought on how to get the two together.
“Are you playing Matchmaker?”
“And if I am?” Abigail smiled to her husband, “They do make a
lovely couple, even if they’re too embarrassed to acknowledge
Thadd and Abigail did conspire to get Aaron and Sarah together
by telling them that Seth and Lilah wanted to share a picnic
lunch with them, as a way to thank them for saving Lilah’s life.
“We’ve already reserved a buggy for you at Nil’s,” Abigail
stated. “Seth and Lilah said they’d meet you out by the pond
just outside of town.”
When they arrived at the pond, they found a note nailed to a
tree. Aaron pulled the note from the tree, unfolded the piece of
paper, and read:
Sarah / Aaron,
Sorry to pull such a trick on you. Enjoy your lunch!
Thadd and Abigail
“They didn’t,” Sarah stated, pulling her hand to her mouth,
blushing at hearing the words Aaron read.
“They didn’t what?” Aaron asked.
“Seth and Lilah never planned to be here. We’re out here alone.”
“Is that so unappealing to you?” Aaron asked.
“Excuse me?” a startled Sarah asked.
Aaron took her hand and led her back to the buggy, “I think a
picnic lunch with a certain pretty nurse is just what the doctor
and nurse ordered. If you agree...”
“Doctor?” Sarah became more embarrassed.
“I’d prefer it if you’d call me Aaron.”
“But I can’t… You’re a doctor… In nursing school we were taught
not to…” Sarah pleaded as she tried to pull her hand away. “It’s
“Sarah, please, we’re not back east. What is wrong with two
colleagues wanting to spend some time together? I mean, look at
Thadd and Abigail, no one says anything about them being
“But they’re married!”
“But I doubt they were when they first started medical school…
Why can’t we develop a relationship?”
“A relationship… We hardly know each other…” blushed Sarah.
“But I’d like to get to know you and I’d hoped you’d like to get
to know me,” Aaron replied as he reached up to sweep a strand of
Sarah’s hair from her face to behind her ear. “There’s nothing
improper regarding colleagues enjoying a nice picnic lunch
together, is there?’’
“I don’t know…”
“We’re out here in the open, not sneaking around. And our
employers themselves sent us out here…”
“I don’t know what my father would have to say, if he were to
ride by…” answered Sarah as she nervously looked around.
“Your father was pleased that I asked his permission before I
picked you up this morning. While waiting for you to come down
from your room, we were discussing that I would be driving you
out here and I wanted him to know how much I respect his
daughter, I’d never do anything inappropriate. So I kind of
asked his permission to see you… outside of work.”
“You’ve already spoken with my father?” a surprised Sarah asked.
“Sarah, ever since the morning after I arrived… I’ve… felt
something for you. I had hoped you might feel the same way for
“I don’t know…,” Sarah knew her words weren’t the truth.
“Why don’t we share our lunch together, and learn about each
other. I think knowing a little more about each other, besides
me being a doctor and you being a nurse, will help our
professional relationship,” answered Aaron.
Sarah finally agreed to have lunch.
Carrying the picnic basket, Aaron led Sarah to back to the pond,
where he spread out the blanket and helped her sit down.
“Now that we’ve settled that, I’m famished,” Aaron stated as he
opened the picnic basket.
After eating, the two chatted about their growing up years and
their experiences at their respective schools, until they heard
a rider coming down the lane. Mark halted Rainmaker and rested
his elbow on the saddle horn; the look on his face was serious.
“I’m glad to see you two are okay. Thadd and Abigail started to
get worried when you weren’t back in time for supper,” Mark
stated, pushing his hat back on his head, he couldn’t keep the
mischievous smile from his face any longer.
“Supper, we just ate lunch,” Aaron answered.
“Most folks eat supper between four, thirty and six o’clock.”
“Four, thirty,” Sarah asked alarmed that it could be so late.
“Actually, it’s closer to six o’clock. Doc, if you’ll escort
Sarah back to the buggy, I’ll see you both back to town. Her
parents are more than a little worried, considering what
happened last month…”
“What happened last month?” asked Aaron as he helped Sarah
gather up the blanket and picnic basket and escorted her to the
As they rode back to town, Sarah informed Aaron of her
kidnapping as part of an outlaw gang’s attempt to break one of
their own from being transferred to prison.
“From what my Pa said happened when they rescued Sarah, if you
two are hitching up,” Mark teased.
“MARK!” Sarah exclaimed in shock.
Mark continued, ignoring Sarah’s plea, “Aaron, I’ll warn you
about the frying pan, Pa says she swings as good as some of them
baseball players we’ve read about in the newspaper.”
“It just doesn’t feel right that we’re not going to be here for
Thanksgiving,” Hattie stated as she and Micah stood on the train
platform, saying goodbye to Mark and Johnny a week before
“I know is won’t be the same without you, but you’re going to
have a lot of fun up in Denver. I’m sure you’ll forget all about
us, at least until it’s time for you to return home,” Mark
answered as he placed a kiss to Hattie’s cheek.
“Now I want a full report from you regarding what you’re
learning up there in Denver,” Drako seriously informed Micah.
“You really think they can teach an old dog new tricks?” Micah
“If I didn’t think you could do this, I wouldn’t have agreed.
You’ve a lot to teach, but you also have a lot to learn about
how the U.S. Marshal Service conducts their business, they’ve a
lot more rules than us town marshals.”
“Micah, don’t let Johnny buffalo you, you’ll probably be
teaching Tom and Cole a thing or two,” Mark interrupted.
“ALL ABOARD!” called the conductor.
“We’ll see you next month,” Mark stated as he shook Micah’s
hand. “You take care of yourself up there.”
As the train pulled from the station, Johnny commented, “You
know, Hattie was right. It just won’t be the same without them
two here for Thanksgiving.”
“You going soft on me?” asked Mark.
“Come on, we’ve got a town to protect.”
The train pulled into the station with the conductor announcing,
“Denver, Colorado, this stop!”
Looking out the window Hattie felt a twinge of doubt, had they
made the right decision in coming.
“Come one Hattie,” Micah offered his arm.
“I don’t know if I can,” Hattie replied. “I haven’t been back
since my sister passed on.”
“Then it’s not like you don’t know what this big city is all
about,” Micah answered, hoping he said the right thing. He felt
relief when he saw his wife stand and straighten her dress.
“Come on, we shouldn’t keep your new bosses waiting,” Hattie
stated as she slipped into the aisle, in front of Micah.
Tom Benton and Cole Barker warmly greeted the couple to Denver
and offered to take their bags.
“We’ve a carriage waiting to take you to your hotel,” Cole
Benton offered. “My wife has also planned a large dinner
tomorrow, that will give you today and tomorrow to settle in.
Monday, we’ll get to business, Micah.”
“And what about Hattie?” Micah asked.
“Hattie’s calendar has been scheduled by my wife and each time
I’ve asked I get that look,” Cole answered.
“I don’t want to be any trouble,” Hattie offered.
“Trouble? Never, my wife loves doing this sort of thing. Once
she hears about any of the marshals being accompanied by their
wife, my wife becomes a social engagement planner and I’m told
it’s something I wouldn’t understand, so I let it drop.”
“Micah, Hattie will be so busy with engagements, she’ll probably
forget all about you,” teased Tom Benton. “Until she’s ready to
“Mark same the same thing about North Fork…” Hattie commented,
feeling a little out of place.
Through the days, the wives of the Denver marshals kept Hattie
involved in various social events and shopping trips, making her
feel right at home; not allowing her a moment to feel homesick.
Micah was amazed at all he needed to learn, he’d never given
that much thought to everything Mark had learned during his
trips to Denver. Drako had been right, even though he’d been
teasing, there was so much more to learn about being a U.S.
Marshal. Micah developed a deeper appreciation for everything
Robert Garrison did, and a deeper respect for Mark McCain.
Of evenings, they would dine with various marshals and their
wives. Once they returned to their hotel room, Hattie always
inquired of what Micah had learned that day. Not that Micah
thought Hattie wouldn’t understand, but there was just so much
he was learning that he’d choose a few points that had really
interested him to discuss with his wife.
Micah was always curious what the ladies had planned for Hattie,
and cringed each time he heard her say, “We went shopping.”
A deep sleep came easily to both throughout their stay, yet they
woke refreshed and ready to take on the new day.
Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving Hope stepped to the
front porch upon hearing someone arrive, “What are you two doing
here?” she asked as she saw Jake helping Gwen down from the
Hope held open the front door as Jake and Gwen entered the home.
“Jake, Mark’s in the barn,” Hope stated.
“Thank you Miss Hope,” Jake replied as he tipped his hat and
left the home, closing the door behind him.
“Gwen, why did the two of you come all the way out here? You’re
in no condition to be this far from town.”
“Doc Jamison thinks this baby should have been born by now, so
he suggested Jake take me for a buggy ride…” Gwen commented as
Hope helped her sit down in a chair in the front room.
“But so far from town?” Hope asked.
“Well, it has been a while since I’ve been out here to see you…
I didn’t think there’d be any harm,” replied Gwen. “Besides I’ve
not felt one twinge of a contrac… Oh!” Gwen placed her hand on
the bottom of her pregnant stomach. “She kicked pretty good
“Oh, what?” Hope nervously asked.
“That didn’t feel like a kick… Oh!” Gwen exclaimed and slightly
doubled over at the pain.
“We best get you to the bedroom,” Hope stated as she helped Gwen
to her feet.
“I really need to relieve myself…”
“No, you really need to give birth.”
“Birth?! But I’m not at the clinic!”
Hope heard the fear in Gwen’s voice.
“You’ll be in labor long enough for Jake to ride to town and
fetch the doctor back here.”
“Can’t I ride back to town in the buggy?”
“I think it would be best if you were to stay here, just in
“Just in case, what?” Gwen asked, scared.
“Just in case this little one decides to be quicker about her
Hope helped Gwen to the bed, walked over to her dresser and
pulled out one of the nightgowns she had worn when she was
pregnant, and handed it to Gwen.
“Here, change into this. I’m going to take the children over to
Ma and Pa’s and stop by the barn to ask Jake to ride back to
town and bring one of the doctors back with him. It will give
him something to do and not make you nervous by him pacing out
there in the front room.”
Upon returning to her home, Hope knocked on the bedroom door and
called, “Gwen, it’s me.”
“Hope!” Gwen yelled as her water broke. “I’m so sorry.”
Hope entered the bedroom to see the puddle on the floor at
Gwen’s feet, “It’s nothing to be sorry about. This is a natural
part of childbirth. Get back into bed and lie down. I’ll be
Hope ran to the tubroom and gathered several towels, as well as
a couple of washclothes; throwing the towels over her shoulder,
she stopped in the kitchen to fill a pitcher with water.
As she started for the bedroom, Mark entered their home to hear
“They shouldn’t have come out this far,” Mark stated.
“I know, but I guess when Doc Jamison suggested they go for a
buggy ride, he didn’t tell them not to go too far,” Hope
Milly came to the front door, “Do you need any help?”
“Not yet, it’s too early in her labor,” commented Hope.
“If you need anything, send Mark over. I best get back to Lucas
and help him with all the children,” Milly stated as she closed
the door behind her.
“Hope!” Gwen yelled. “Oh!!!! It hurts!”
“Mark stay close, I think she’s going to give birth before Jake
gets back here with the doctor, her contractions are too close
“What do you want me to do?”
“You may need to help. You were there when I gave birth to Eli
and you were there when Abigail gave birth to Savannah. I’ve
only been on the other end.”
Hope returned to the bedroom. She set the pitcher on the table
next to the bed and dropped the towels to the floor, where
Gwen’s water had broke, and pushed the towels back and forth
with her foot. Kicking the towels aside, Hope climbed into the
bed, allowing Gwen to rest back against her. Hope mopped the
sweat from Gwen’s face and timed the contractions. While waiting
for Hope to call him into the bedroom, Mark pulled out his
guitar, sat down in his chair, and began to play and sing a
ballad that he hoped would help keep Gwen relaxed.
“Mark!” Hope called. Had he not been married to her for as long
as he had, he would have missed the slight bit of panic in her
voice. “Mark,” she called again as she came to the door.
Mark stood from his chair and hurried to the room, “She’s
“Yes, she’s gonna…”
Mark entered the room and climbed in the bed to offer Gwen
support to sit up, “Hope, I’ll walk you through what to do. You
can do this.”
Hope climbed to the foot of the bed and patiently waited as the
“Gwen, squeeze my hand,” Mark stated as he offered his hands.
Gwen eagerly took Mark hands and squeezed hard as another strong
contraction wracked her body.
“Push!” Mark encouraged. “Bear down and help push the baby out.”
“Oh!!!!!” Gwen yelled.
“Hope, support the baby’s head and shoulders as it comes out.
Don’t pull,” Mark instructed.
“Make it stop!” Gwen cried.
“You can’t stop this,” Hope stated. “The baby’s head is already
“Argh!” Gwen screamed as Mark encouraged her to “Push!”
“Mark, the baby’s here,” Hope stated as the baby slipped into
Mark allowed Gwen to lie back on the bed, “I’ll be right back.
I’ve got the knife and some string boiling on the stove.”
Mark returned with the knife and cut the string into two
sections. He tied one piece around the umbilical cord, a short
distance from the baby’s abdomen and tied the other piece a few
inches away. He watched as Hope cut the cord.
“Mark, if you could cool the water on the stove so we can bathe
the baby,” Hope stated as she held the baby upside down and
firmly smacked it’s behind, once… twice… Before she could apply
a third smack, the baby inhaled and protested the new
“Mark, before you go, could you please add more wood to the
potbellied stove, I think it needs to be a little warmer in
here,” Hope asked.
After making sure the wood he added to the pot-bellied stove
took fire, Mark closed the grate and said, “I think I’ll leave
you two be. I’ll go wait for Jake and… I think they just
arrived,” Mark stated, hearing riders approach.
Mark met them at the door and suggested Jake wait out on the
porch with him.
“Is Gwen okay?” Jake worriedly asked.
“She’s fine. Just give Doc some time with her to make sure she’s
“What happened?” Jake’s asked as he started shaking.
“Your wife gave birth to…” Mark didn’t get a chance to finish as
Jake’s knees buckled as he passed out. Mark caught him and
lowered his friend to the porch.
“Mark?!” Lucas hollered as he ran across the yard.
“He just passed out. I was trying to tell him Gwen gave birth…”
“Already?!” asked an astonished Lucas.
“I know. Don’t know if I wished all of ours were that fast or
“What happened?” asked Jake, as he opened his eyes a few moments
later, realizing he was laying on the porch.
“You passed out!” teased Mark.
“Mark, what happened?” Doc Jamison asked as he stepped to the
“He passed out, I was trying to tell him Gwen had given birth,”
“Do I have a son or a daughter?” asked Jake.
“I think I’ll let your wife tell you,” answered Doc Jamison as
he extended his hand to help Jake to his feet.
The McCain’s watched the others enter the house.
“Well?” asked Lucas.
“A girl,” answered Mark.
Doc Jamison had left to return to town when Lucas and Milly
returned to Mark and Hope’s home to congratulate Jake and Gwen.
“Emily-Marie Anne McCafferty,” Gwen was answering Hope’s
question as they entered.
“Congratulations,” they offered.
Milly did chastise Jake for taking such a risk in coming all the
way out to the McCain Ranch with Gwen beyond her due date.
“How was I supposed to know I shouldn’t have come this far. Doc
told me to take her for a buggy ride,” Jake innocently replied.
“It had been too long since I’d seen any of you and it was a
beautiful day… I didn’t think I’d give birth so quickly,” a
humbled Gwen replied.
“Jake, Gwen!” Reverend and Mrs. McCafferty called out as they
entered the McCain home.
“In here Father!” answered Jake his face beaming with excitement
as he announced, “You’ve a granddaughter!”
Gwen hesitated in asking, “You’re not upset she’s not a he?”
“No, she’s perfect. Just like you,” replied Jake, holding his
daughter in his arms.
Later that evening, after the McCain children were asleep in
their beds, Jake guiltily stood in the front room and apologized
to Hope and Mark as they set up the cots with blankets and
pillows, “I’m sorry to disrupt your evening, we can sleep on the
“I’ll hear no such thing!” Hope declared. “Your wife just gave
birth. Mark and I can survive one night not sleeping in our own
“Go on, Jake,” Mark stated as he turned Jake around and pushed
him towards the bedroom. “Go be with your family.”
Thanksgiving morning, Hope helped Gwen tend to her daughter,
offering sisterly advice, also informing her that she had the
water in the tubroom heating. With baby Emily-Marie sleeping,
Gwen enjoyed taking a bath to clean herself and dress for her…
their return to town. When she stepped from the tub room, she
saw the flurry of activity as Hope was packing items into boxes
and Mark and Jake were carrying them outside.
“Can I help?” Gwen asked.
“You can sit yourself down and rest. We’ll be heading into town
for Thanksgiving at the hotel shortly. Mark and Jake will hitch
your horse to the buggy just before we’re ready to leave.
With everything packed, Mark helped Jake hitch the horse to the
buggy, while Hope made sure the baby was well wrapped against
the cool November air.
The McCain family buckboards, with Jake and Gwen’s buggy between
them, headed into town.
Between Doc Jamison and the McCafferty’s, news spread throughout
North Fork that Jake and Gwen’s baby had been born at the
McCain’s. People stopped and hollered congratulations as the
small procession made their way through town.
Before the McCain’s returned to the ranch, Aaron Jamison stopped
by the hotel, “Guess I need to watch my step or Thadd won’t have
any need for me anymore.”
“Don’t worry about that Aaron. I’ll leave the doctoring to the
two of you any day. I PREFER being a marshal. I’ll do what I
have to, but I’d prefer that you give better instructions to
your patients when you send them off for a buggy ride,” Mark
“Touché’, Mark. Touché’,” Aaron replied, giving a slight nod of
his head. He bid goodbye to the others.
The Monday after Thanksgiving, Milly and Lucas returned to North
Fork to meet with Robert Garrison.
“As we’ve received no response to any of the notices placed in
the papers, I think we can start the process to file the
paperwork for you to adopt Robbie and Eloise. If everything goes
as planned, and I think it should, you’ll have another son and
daughter just after Christmas.”
Milly and Lucas smiled as they thanked Robert before leaving his
Micah was surprised when the carriage that picked him up from
the hotel didn’t take him directly to the U.S. Marshal’s Office
as it had for the past few weeks.
“Don’t worry Marshal Torrance, today’s a day for practice. No
book learning for any of the recruits and that includes you. My
orders are to take you to the shooting range on the outskirts of
town. Marshal Benton and Marshal Baker will meet you there,” the
In time the carriage halted in front of a building, Micah heard
the sounds of gunfire from different weapons emanating from
behind the building.
Cole and Tom stepped from the building and greeted Micah, “Great
day for a shootout, wouldn’t you agree?” asked Cole.
“Quite a surprise to put on an old man,” Micah replied.
“Old man, come on Micah, you might get away with that in North
Fork, but not here,” Tom replied.
Micah thoroughly enjoyed the day as he watched the others take
target practice and go head to head in competitions. He admired
some of the newer model firearms and rifles the men used.
Micah turned when he heard, “Hey Grandpa!” to see a young man he
perceived to be about Mark’s age smiling as he approached. Micah
watched, the easy nature of the man.
“Grandpa?” asked Micah.
“It use it as a term of respect, sir. I didn’t mean to offend
“Oh, how can I help you…?” Micah replied, hoping the young man
would offer his name.
“The name’s Reese Randall, and these reprobates behind me stated
you wouldn’t be able to handle this,” he tossed the weapon to
Micah so it was an easy catch.
“What kind of a rifle is this?” he asked.
“It’s not a rifle, it’s a shotgun,” Tom answered as he came to
stand next to Micah.
“Not like any shotgun I’ve ever seen,” Micah answered, looking
the weapon over, trying to figure it out.
Reese asked for the shotgun back and began to show Micah how to
load the magazine and explained how it worked. “It’s a
pump-action shotgun, it was designed by none other than John
With an air of respect, Reese continued to tell Micah about the
“It’s brand new, a Winchester Model 1897. It comes in twelve and
sixteen gauge models. The 16-gauge guns have a standard barrel
length of twenty-eight inches. The 12-gauge comes with a thirty
“I’ve not carried anything that long,” commented Micah.
“Oh, don’t worry, this one was special ordered short, just for
you. It’s a twenty inch barrel.”
“Special ordered, for me?” asked Micah, not sure he’d heard
“Sure, have to have our U.S. Marshal’s outfitted with the latest
weapons,” he handed the weapon back to Micah.
“Son, a pump action takes two hands to operate. I ain’t got but
one good arm,” commented Micah.
“That’s what you think,” Reese replied.
“Sure Gramps,” another smiling deputy came up behind Micah and
slapped him on the shoulder. “We know your right arm isn’t as
strong as your left arm, but…” the deputy looked at Micah’s
curious expression, “You don’t realize how much you use your
arm, do you?”
Tom motioned for everyone to follow him back to the shooting
range, as he led a disbelieving Micah by the arm.
Everyone who could manage to get away from their duties showed
up at the shooting range and watched as Micah tried out his new
shotgun. Many murmured in surprise at how, even at his age, he
could do better than hit the broad side of the barn. Retrieving
the target sheets, the crowd commented how the pellet patterns
were spot on centered.
“Got to keep you young’ens on your toes, don’t I,” Micah
boasted, pleased that he’d been able to hold his own.
After most everyone had left, Reese Randall hung back, waiting.
“Micah, we need to get going,” Tom Benton announced.
“See you Monday morning, bright and early,” Cole Barker ordered.
“Yes, sir. Bright and early,” answered Micah, smiling as he
looked down on his new shotgun. He turned when he heard, “I’m
glad you like it sir. My Pa will be rather happy to know.”
“Your Pa?” asked Micah.
“Yes sir, a few weeks ago, I wired him to let him know that I
finally met Marshal Micah Torrance. Ohh the stories I grew up
on, listening to my Pa telling of his meeting with you and the
Rifleman. How the two of you got him out of a jam.”
“I’m sorry son, but in my years…”
“I know sir, I don’t expect you to remember everyone you’ve ever
met. That wasn’t what I was implying. My Pa, his name’s Wade
Randall. He met you and Lucas McCain in North Fork a number of
years ago. Listening to the stories he told… it inspired me to
want to become a marshal. I mean, I’m about as good with a gun
as my Pa ever was and I didn’t want to get myself onto the wrong
side of the law…” Reese slipped his gun from his holster and
gave it a whirl, showing off moves that would impress any trick
shooter, before he slipped his gun easily back to where it
“Mighty impressive, but I must admit, I’m still drawing a blank
on your Pa.”
“That’s alright Marshal Torrance. I don’t take it as an insult
that you wouldn’t remember him. But I remember you, that’s what
really matters. You and Mr. McCain stood with him when the
Bolton Gang followed him to your town. That rifle is from me,
but some of the other deputies wanted to chip in. We’ve all cut
our teeth on stories about you.”
“I’m flattered, but…”
“You can’t refuse a gift, sir.”
“No, I guess I can’t, but I’d like to invite you to join me and
my wife for supper tonight.”
“Sir I already have plans, a certain young secretary from the
office, if you get my drift, but Monday, I’d be honored to
supper with you and your misses.”
“Monday, Mr. Randall.”
Before parting, the two shook hands.
That evening, before retiring to bed, Hattie sensed a difference
in her husband, and listened as he described his day in grand
detail before he pulled out the case that held his new shotgun.
“And, just so you know, I’ve got me a lot more grandsons today,”
“Oh?” queried Hattie.
“Seems they’ve given me the nickname of ‘Grandpa’ or ‘Gramps’,
they were all there just to see me try this out. And afterwards,
each and every one of them shook my hand… I’d only seen that
look of respect in Mark’s eyes, but dang if they all didn’t have
that look in their eyes. And they weren’t just putting one on
Hattie dearly wished their trip to Denver didn’t have to end,
but then, she was missing the quietness of their own home. She
quietly counted down the days until they could return home.
Written by Deanne Bertram
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