Leaving England Behind
The rest of the chapter
Marita pointed to the sleeping babies.
"Choose one," she blurted, tears running down her cheeks. "Will you cherish one for me?"
"Are you sure?" Margaret breathed, walking over to the pram.
Marita nodded. "I must let one have a chance. I could never, never let them both go. I dressed them identically today. Deliberately. So I wouldn't know---immediately--which one---you--you---"
She covered her face with her hands and sobbing, ran to the car.
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