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“I’m really so excited Father,” the plaid skirted one crooned, her pigtails flapping wildly as she sat at the kitchen table with her father and sister.
“I’m excited too, Father,” the blonde, Lisa, said with a smile.
“You know what a responsibility it is, right?” The man they called “Father” asked with a stern consternating glare. “This isn’t all fun and games.”
“I know that, Father, it’s just that, well, we’re of age now, and well¼just a little eager.” It was Lisa, a faint glimmer of anticipation in her crystal clear blue eyes.
Father ruffled the girl’s hair in what could be said was an affectionate way. “Well don’t be too eager, and don’t pick the first man you see.”
“I know Father, you’ve taught us well.” Michelle’s pigtails made her look that much more childlike, her tone mimicking her look.
“Don’t bat your lashes, you look like a whore.”
“Sorry, Father.” Michelle was properly cowed.
“Remember what I said,” Father cautioned.
“He has to be rich.” Lisa was eager to chime in with an answer.
“Yes, for both of you. I don’t want either of you barefoot and pregnant without support.”
Lisa came to her father’s side. She had always been the favorite and she knew it. “You’ve raised us well. Don’t think we’ll ever forget it. When we get men of our own, it’ll be our turn to take care of you.”
Well that’s the plan, he thought to himself, but chose his words carefully, “You know I’m going to be gone all day. I’ve got to make a stop by Shady Vale.”
“Can I go too, Daddy?” A meek voice came from behind the kitchen door.
“Sara is that you?” the father asked. A tender girl who looked no more than twelve stepped into the room. “Now what did I tell you about listening to Father when he’s talking to someone else?”
The cherub-faced little girl cringed, not wanting to disappoint her father. “I don’t know.”
“Yes you do,” Lisa interjected. “Father’s warned you not to do it. You’d better start listening to him or you’re going to grow up to be a bad girl.”
Not to be left out, in that wonderful way siblings constantly seek to outdo one another, Michelle added, “Yeah, after all Father’s done for us. Why would you want to go back to Shady Vale anyway? There’s nothing there but bad memories.”
“But it’s my home,” Sara said softly.
Father took a step forward and the older daughters could tell he was getting righteously angry. “No, your home is here now until you turn eighteen and find a nice man. And I told you, it’s Father, not Daddy. Daddy is what babies say.”
“Yes, Father’s right,” Lisa said, stifling any argument from the younger sister.
“Now go to your room, Sara, and think about what I’ve said. That orphanage is all in the past.” The young girl curtsied and departed, leaving Father with a lot to think about. I’ll have to keep an eye on that one, she looks like the rebellious type. Father turned to his two oldest. “Isn’t it great news that your big sister, Natalie, is expecting?” They both nodded their heads. They knew this all too well, and Father was just speaking to illustrate his point. “Her husband’s a doctor, you know. Already sent me twenty five thousand to help his dear old father-in-law out.”
They all smiled at this. “Now get going,” he admonished, “you’re not getting any younger.” The pair departed with a spry spring in their step and left Father to his thoughts. He would go to Shady Vale later after he had a good long talk with Sara. He crept up the stairs to the bedroom, looking in at his three littlest, still in bed. “Wake up girls, I’ve got good news. Today you’re going to get a new baby sister.” The three girls ranging in age from six to eleven, all stirred eagerly, their eyes holding a promise of a new addition to the family, and sleep was a long way returning, as excitement swirled in their quiet impressionable heads.
