“Many of the suffragists still sang softly, the hymns riding the summer breeze. Sitting upon thick blankets spread over the sand, Lucy stroked Maggie's hair. "The last of the children to succumb," she said. "They were all so exhausted." Next to her, Rand pushed a stick into the campfire the men had built. "How do they sleep through all this noise?" Across from him, Dylan Kennedy stretched out, laid his head in his wife's lap and crossed his legs at the ankles. "Don't ever question why a child sl...eeps," he said. His own brood lay scattered nearby on a blanket, snuggled together like a litter of kittens. "Just be thankful for it." "A child can sleep through anything if she's not afraid," Deborah said with quiet assurance. She leaned back against her husband's massive shoulder and tilted her face up to the night sky, where rockets and starbursts exploded in streams of color. Lucy observed her friends covertly, and a stab of yearning pierced her. How wonderful, she thought, to be so relaxed and comfortable with one's husband, so secure in his love.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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