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Chapter Ten
The next four months of summer flies by, filled with good times and laughter. Wilder cut back his hours at work so he's around more and we were able to do things with the kids. We'd spend the days at the lake, swimming or fishing, laughing and enjoying life. Wyatt would take the kids to his boss's clinic and let them pet the animals. We even took a little of the money and went on a weekend vacation to the ocean. Wyatt went with us, since he's practically a permanent fixture at our house these days.
Wilder and I made weekly deposits of a hundred dollars each into a our joint bank account, finally getting all the money out of the house. We haven't seen or heard from Isolde since that night that she came by. We submitted the paperwork she gave us to a lawyer that goes to Grandpa's church. He said it's legally binding, so we are offici
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“Um-” I freeze up. Is this when she gives me the dreaded 'talk'? The one I see in movies where the nice mother suddenly tells me that I am not good enough for her son. Where she tells me that he has a bright future ahead of him and that by being with me he is jeopardizing it and that if I really cared for him, I would cut him loose? “Well-” “I think it's wonderful that you two are finally together. I've thought for so long that the two of you would be perfect together. You are such a sweet and loving girl and he's so, well, himself. Besides al that, he has liked you for years.” She breaks off, giving me a huge smile. “I guess what I'm saying is that it's about dang time.” “I thought you'd think-” I stop. I'm so surprised by her words that I don't even know what to say. “I thought you'd think that I'm bad
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