Safe Haven (cont.)
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Straightening the house after Christmas got Marcie through December. New Years Eve, Marcie and Keith went to church where Debbie eagerly awaited their arrival. She had been there while Gloria on the piano and Jim on the organ practiced and was anxious for Marcie and Keith to hear them. Debbie confided that Reverend Stone thought they were very good. What did he say, Debbie?" "Gee, Marcie, nothing but he clapped real loud and smiled. You know how he does!." Marcie smiling and glancing at Keith said, "Yes Debbie. We know very well. What did you think?" "Mr. Schroeder and Marcie, I’m no judge, you know. But she is my mother and I think they did a spec-tac-ular job." "Debbie, where did you get that big word?" "Didn’t I say it right Mr. Schroeder? He helped me pronounce it several times." "Who, Debbie?" "Mr. Kelly . . .he’s here all the time when Mom and that guy practice. He says he brings him here and then he keep me company." "That’s nice of him isn’t it Debbie?" "Well, Mr. Schroeder, I think it’s funny because then he comes over to our place after they get done practicing." "Jim?" "No! . . . Mr. Kelly." "Do you like him Debbie?" "Oh sure, he is great. He plays with me and tickles me and all that stuff that Dads do." All the time that Debbie was talking, she was smiling and swinging her legs. "Where is Kelly now?" "Him and Reverend Stone went downstairs with Mom and that guy that plays the organ." "Don’t you know his name Debbie?" "Sure Marcie, but I can’t call him by his name, remember?" "Yes Debbie, now that you mention it." RJ came in and started the Prelude on the organ (that Marcie gave to the church) As the church began to fill up Keith whispered in Marcie’s ear and got up and went to the rear of the church. He returned with a couple of programs and again whispered in Marcie’s ear, prompting a surprised look on Marcie’s face that almost made one think she feared something was about to happen. "Mr. Schroeder, don’t you know it isn’t polite to whisper?" Leaning over to Debbie he whispered something in her ear and she smiled broadly.
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Marcie with the help of RJ overcame her problem with the back two rooms she wanted to use for the babies. Determined to fix the rooms up but handicapped by her pregnancy she asked Keith to allow Kelly to help her with some of the decorating. Keith plans a Name the Baby Party and after the names are chosen, Keith wants to know how they would know what names goes to which baby and Debbie says, 'just ask Reverend Stone, he'll know." As Kelly worked with Marcie he inquired about the third floor which he became aware of while he was cleaning the snow off the front of the house, after a snowstorm. He checked on it and was surprised at its contents. Marcie in her condition did not want to try climbing the steps so forgot about it. One day after the babies were born, RJ asked to go look and was shocked at what he saw and told Marcie to go up with him. She too was surprised and they felt that Jasper would be the one that could estimate the value of its contents. Jasper surprised at all that was there decided that in order to do it justice he would move to Safe Haven.
About the Author
At my birth I was given the name Wilda, a name comprised of the beginning of my father's name (Wilbur) and the ending of my mother's name (Ada). It couldn't have been much better for an inventive child. Several of my teachers found pronouncing it differently (Wild-a) drew attention to my need of discipline. I found telling stories to be an attention getter and often had an audience. This carried on into school where when asked to write stories, I found an abundance of subjects. As a result, I received very good grades. I have found writing entertaining and also time consuming. I have friends that remind me to write and also tell me whether I need to cross a T or dot an I. These are friends that are supportive and one doesn't want to forget them. I am the youngest of three children and was brought up in Chicago, Illinois where I attended school. My father, an employee of the Milwaukee Railroad, made it possible for me to travel to Minneapolis each summer to visit relatives. Thus I was familiar with Minneapolis when I moved here with my husband and three children hoping to cure him of his alcoholism. I remarried and am now carrying a Swedish name, a gift from my deceased husband.