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Sir Launcelot volume 1Her father was native Korean, a farmer of some wealth, and her mother the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She was French, from Paris no less, and she'd come from her country in a missionary capacity. It was still vague in her mind how they had met, her father and mother, but it had something to do with God. She had been twelve when the war struck, fourteen when Sergeant Cal Sheldon stole her heart, fifteen when her father blessed them and they married. The war was over and she was pregnant. They'd sailed for the U.S. two-days before her parents were killed by a latent, terrorist-bomb, and the government had confiscated everything. Less than eight-months later, Cal had dragged her from a hospital bed in Boston some twelve hours after giving birth to Nadine, and driven them to New York State. She would never forget the expression of fear that warped his face that night, and now, thinking about it, she wondered if it had ever really left him. Somehow, she had held the baby in her arms, nursed her and kept her wits, while her husband raced their automobile through the darkness ...» |
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