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Post by Annette nó Fronsac on Sept 7, 2008 19:49:21 GMT -5
It had been about a month since Gregoire's death, and I was entering my fourth month of pregnancy. A bit heavily, I knelt before his gravestone and placed flowers there. "My love," I began, "I miss you terribly. I did what you said; I went to Prince Delaunay. He's promised to look out for us, so don't worry, we're in good hands. The baby's getting bigger every day, he or she will be strong, like their father."
The kneeling was getting to be too much, so I stood, kissed my hand and placed it on the tombstone, before retreating to a bench in the cemetery garden.
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