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Coming Home 9
“Tell me again how Christmas morning goes?” requested Marshmallow when Grandma came down to tuck her in.
“Why,” said Cinnamon, “all the little children sleep in until around noon, and then the grown-ups tiptoe downstairs and softly say to them, ‘Wake up, sleepy heads! It’s Christmas!'”
“That’s not how it goes!” protested Marshmallow.
“Do you remember?” her grandmother asked. “You tell me!”
“Ho…
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Coming Home 8
Early in the morning on Christmas Eve, Thalassa found her mother alone in the kitchen.
“Have you got a minute, Ma?” she asked. “I’ve got something I need to talk to you about, and it’s neither simple nor easy.”
Her mother looked worried.
“It’s not bad!” Thalassa said quickly. “Or at least it doesn’t have to be. It’s an opportunity. For me. Or maybe even for all of us.”
“Well, in that case,” said…
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Coming Home 6
From the moment Thalassa called to say she and the children would be coming home for Christmas, Cinnamon had been longing for a heart-to-heart with her daughter. When Thalassa was very little, she and Cinnamon had tea parties every morning, and Cinnamon wished they could share secrets and tea again.
But Thalassa never sat down. From morning til night, she did the dishes, played with the…
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Coming Home 5
“I like it here, Grandma,” Marshmallow said. “Everything is clean and the food tastes good and the sheets smell like vanilla.”
“You’ve lived a lot of places, haven’t you, Marsha?”
“Yeah. Brussels was the best, but Rio and Calcutta were cool because if we hadn’t gone there, we wouldn’t have picked up Tomas and Kumie, and they belong with us. But it’s too bad that both those places were so stinky…
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Coming Home 3
The grandchildren walked in as if they lived there. First came Kumar, the boy from Calcutta, followed by Tomas, the boy from Rio, and last came Marshmallow, the girl Thalassa conceived during her final year of med school.
With the uncanny sense that children possess for finding the play things, the three young ones descended the basement stairs into the spare rooms which Cinnamon had filled…
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