Chapter 11

JESSICA

I was sitting on my rock by the spring, half asleep in the warm summer evening. My two husky sons were finishing with the harvest of the hay in the meadows by the creek. Cal was asleep in the deep grass on the other side of the pool, handsome in repose. Lucinda, our beautiful twelve-year-old darling was nested in the crook of his arm, her face calm with the innocence of youth.