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*17* Discoveries
*Grace*
Before the front door is completely open, my nephew and niece are darting around it, racing through the dining room and kitchen then into the great room to crash into Rob’s delighted mother with childish squeals and elated laughter. “Miss Juuuunnnniiiieeee!”
Ella follows more sedately though she’s smiling, happier and more relaxed than I’ve seen her in some time, and Dan brings up the rear, shaking hands with Rob behind me as he enters, then waving to Rob’s parents.
“You absolutely can’t take June from me as an au pair,” Ella says. “My kids aren’t even that excited to see me.”
“She’s definitely got a way with them.”
Making a show of sniffing the air, Dan peers at me. “Whatever that is smells excellent.”
Turning to wrap her arms around him and press a kiss into his chest, Ella smiles. “Th
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The Work of Grace *19* Nuptials
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The Work of Grace *20* Post-script
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The Work of Grace *22* Games
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The Work of Grace *25* Tournament
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