Four's just right, we'd said. You, me, two beautiful girls.
He tumbled in, ten years adrift, on a cold December day,
snow outside, stifling within, a screaming hullaballoo of a
boy.
"My little brother," whispered Jo in awe.
"Happy Christmas baby," murmured Ali, as
together they lay the teddy beside him.
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