The Curse Of Ivy
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Now, again, she sat in the old porch swing at her childhood home. She had come full circle. On the lawn her handsome husband, Rand, played with their children David and Gracie. Snuffles ran circles around all of them excited to play with the children outside in the balmy summer air.
Keeping her home had been one of the best things she had ever done. Bringing the children here throughout their childhood would give her a chance to introduce them to their ancestors through stories of her own childhood, plus there were family photos scattered here and there all around in the house. This would allow them to see inside her life as it had been before she had lost her parents. What she had shared with her own mom and dad was what she wanted for her own children. She wanted them to experience love and security, in the closeness of family, as she had when she was a child.
Patricia laughed out loud as her dog grabbed little David by the seat of the pants only to be rescued by his father, Rand. Father, son, and daughter collapsed in a fit of laughter as the little dog jumped all over them. The joyous laughter sounded gay and familiar in the wonderful atmosphere of her hometown. The young mother, and wife, drew in a happy sigh. They would all return to Grayson Manor on Sunday. Her father, Flannel Grayson, the children’s grandfather, would be waiting for them.