below the mountain.  “Come on, out you come,” he said, and helped me get to my feet. Then he wrangled all the bags and we turned behind us to the most beautiful little church.

I stopped and gasped. “Willem!” 

“Nope. No turning back now. This child of ours needs a good name.”  He patted my belly and pulled me along.

I stopped again. “It’s lovely, but I don’t want to get married alone . . . “

“It’ll all be okay,” he said. “Do you trust me?”  Well, that was a complicated question, and because the answer was “not entirely,” which I did not say, I decided to get what I could while I could get it. It was for Freddy.

I got dressed in the church and was lookin...

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