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Chapter 11 A few hours passed while the plan was set in motion. Hawthorne
had little to do but wait and spend time with his bride, which he did.
Immediately, he took her to a local gas station for the frozen drinks she
told him she liked. Smiling, she sipped as he walked her along a small trail
on the edge of the gas station property. They stopped at a bench and there
she sat quietly sipping. Hawthorne wanted to intrude on her thoughts. He was infinitely
aware of how short their time together would be, and he wanted to milk every
minute, but he sensed that she was enjoying this moment so much that he let
it stretch into silence and he began following her eyes to see what had so
captivated her attention. And then he saw it. Hawthorne’s eyes misted as he realized that his wife had latched
onto the one thing he could never provide her, not in the short time they had
left. Children. She was looking at some kids who were playing on the park
swings and climbing on a complicated rope creation that was curiously located
in a small park across the road from them. With an inward sigh, Hawthorne
asked God for a miracle. She was so young, and there was much yet to do. Hawthorne prayed a lot, lately. Every time he drew a breath, his
heart longed to beg God for a miracle. Yet, he had lived a very long time,
and though he had seen amazing things, he also knew that in his life, the
miracles tended to come on subtle wings, like in the form of a chance to help
a worthy cause, to help a child find decent medical care, or in the form of a
late-in-life love that took his breath away. These were the miracles God had
seen fit to give him, and he had always been grateful for the uneventfulness
of it all. He didn’t want adventures around every bend. The amazingly simple
experiences life had given him were all he had ever needed. Until now. Sometimes, Hawthorne dared to dream of a lifetime with Dory, but
then moments like this sent him crashing down to earth. She dreamed of a
baby. How could he give her that? There was no sense in adopting a child and
having him or her bond with Dory only to experience loss. And there was no
point in planning to get pregnant and lose that little life before it
breathed its own breath. That seemed selfish, and so he dismissed it without
even giving it a complete thought. No, they would be alone, and however sad
it made him to be unable to change it, he knew he would have to adjust, and
Dory would, as well. And as they sat in bittersweet silence, smiling at the antics of
a particularly wild group of children, Hawthorne’s phone rang and he knew
that it was time to tell Dory of his plan. With a smile, he answered the
call, and as cryptically as possible, he instructed the caller to proceed.
Then, turning to the woman he loved more than his life, he said, “Okay, I
hope you’re ready for yet another trip.” She laughed. “You. You’re full of suprises.” Then, with a wink and a kiss, she added, “A
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