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 Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:54 pm
The engament ring still feels so foreign to Maggie as she sits in first class on the Air Euro flight back to Vermont. She is worried no one will return her calls. Mikes phone has been off since Sunday and now it radio silence everywhere. Maybe they are planning a surprise party and agreed that no one should talk to me. I’ve been gone for three months on this photojournalism trip. Who thought photos of a royal baby would pay so much, I bought a couch satchel for one where you see forty prefect of the tiny monarchs face. British people are weird; come to think of it I could have scored a down payment on that cabin on Putney Mountain for a blurry photo of JayZ’s baby. Speaking of baby I’m pregnant, when you pass out in eyeshot of prince Philip you get to go to the hospital on people magazines dime.At the New Hampshire air port maggie emerged from the lugage carasel to fine her family and mikes family. His mother looked haggered and tier stained. As she looks around every one looks done in. Janis mike's aunt rushed to her, tears flying down her cheeks. Oh my dear sweet maggie may! she exclamed. Mike is dead! It shot from her mouth shattering my soul. Be for i relized it I was at St. Ellsa's Hospital. I had fainted an Janis could catch me befor my head smaked the icey cold marble.
Why did i faint...oh yes mike is dead. Be for i could dwell on the news my doctor walks in letting me know that they baby ways ok. My relitives and almost relitives stare at me. His mother lets loose a whale of happnis and sadnees. Griving for her son. Rejoiceing in her grandchild.
A month after magaie recovered from her fall she was driving through Putney and saw this big old careige house turned into a yarn shop. She hadent knitted in ages and suddenly found a gap in her shedual since she wasnt planning a wedding any longer.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 12:27 pm
Standing on a ladder stocking yarn was a curvaceous woman in her late thirties of turkish decent. She wore a long flowing silk skirt of an emerald green hue with a flowing cotton tunic in a soft orange color. Her shoes are gold silk slippers with a beaded tulip on each. Maggie clears her throat and steps closer to the woman. She looks under her arm. Oh hello there please come in, look around and browse. We are open every evening for empomptude knitting circle and every thursday is are knit group. She turned to face maggie and her smile was radiant and inviting, she broke down and began to sob. The woman rushed off her ladder and grab maggie into her arms. Shhhh dear its okay come sit down ill make you some honey tea. Maggie fought for air then said I'm so sorry I am pregnant and just lost my fiance. The woman's name is June, she to maggie's hans into her own tan ones. I'm june, where are you staying? At our apartment why? Don't stay their come take a room here i keep the open for lodgers. I can't afford anywhere else. June smiles. Stay for free as long as you want or at at least until the baby comes. I use to be a nurse. Maggie smiles, I don't know you but this place seems to pull me to it. Because you belong her dear, june says warmly. Do you knit? Maggie shrugs. I use to.
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