She was making up one of the five rooms she was responsible for each morning, when she caught sight of the sunrise through the first bedroom window off the back steps.Ī new snow covered the ground, and made everything twinkle as if it were heavens dust. It had been thoughts of peace that had filled her head the morning of February third. Sandwiched between reports, and beds to be made, the season was the most joyful she could remember. Once, they even talked her onto an inner tube, and down one of the steep hills by the lake. The kids found time to pull her off and take a sleigh ride, or build a snowman in the lower fields. When he didn't wish to become involved in differing affairs, he merely said so, instead of putting everyone else down for wanting to do it.Įven with all that she’d managed to fit back into her workday. Mike had returned to his good old dry humored, logical self. The week between the two great days had been so much fun, with everyone involved that she’d actually allowed herself to wish it would never end. Then again, she hadn't even included them, in her New Year’s wish for peace. She’d never gone three months at any point in her life, without disagreeing with her brothers. The harmony that the holiday season had fostered lasted longer than even she herself would have imagined.
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