![]() ![]() Not that it really bothers me most of the time, but lately. Well, most of them have turned out to be true. ![]() You remember all the things Father said about Neil, all the reasons why I shouldn't marry him? It was a painful memory for both of them, but most of all for her. Pleased that his device to distract her had worked, James Bradley grinned. Impatiently, with more superstition than she would admit to, she pulled at his hand. Instantly, she was projected into their youth, listening as he received yet another lecture from an aggrieved parent. Shaking her head, she gripped his fingers tightly. She looked up swiftly, wanting suddenly to deny both to him and to herself that anything could be wrong, but the loving concern in his eyes reminded her that she had asked him to come precisely because there was a problem. Worried by her silence, which had already lasted through supper, Jem reached across the table to take her hand. As a child, a year or so older than he was, it had curled more riotously than his own, but age and marriage had tamed it into at least a semblance of submission. Lamplight cast its glow across the neatly-bound hair of his sister. ![]()
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