CHAPTER 39
I walked into the school once more, that September, and it felt right, true. This was where I belonged, what the Lord had made me for. I was so like my mother, for she had found her own place in the world, her own purpose and joy in her kitchens, and I had my children.
That was how it felt, for while my brother and sister would have their own, I had mine to greet each day and send home tired in the afternoon. Pascale was awaiting me in the little place of calm and safety, with a coffee ready.
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