“So Aunt Wora and Uncle Had have basically been put into our shoes and understand all of our loss and pain and fear and confusion and...”
“I think so,” James says, interrupting my long list of words of self-pity.
“I wish you would have just told me that before!” I say, still exasperated. “Now that I know that, yes, of course we’ll take them up on their offer to get us on the train to Kansas City.”
My exasperation gives way to excitement. “Do you know what this means?” I exclaim, grabbing James’s shoulders. “We might be seeing Dad again in only a couple of days! And I might be able to relax and focus enough to communicate with Madison. Th...
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