The Malones don't know how lucky they are. What I wouldn't give...
"...and I thought ye might like to visit with Maggie a spell."
"Ye Farmers have an awful lot o' chickens."
Rebecca shuffled over to Maggie.
"We do have a mess of them."
Rebeca smiled awkwardly as Maggie stared at the chickens all over the road, so embarassing. She'd called most of them out of the yard earlier. They were bugging Miss Piggy so bad she could hardly eat. If that pig can't eat her slop she gets into the only flowers growing on the tiny farm.
"If I'd seen ye all comin' up ther road I'd of shooed them back behind the fence as best I could."
"Jest look at William."
Rebecca turned to see the Malone boy, his papa slowly explaining about caring for chickens. She could hardly bare it.
"Would ye like to see our pig Maggie?"
Maggie didn't answer. She kept staring at her son. Rebecca couldn't blame her.
Shamus gave his son a bit of stale bread. The chickens raised a ruckus as the boy crumbled the bread.
"What was that Maggie? I couldn't hear ye over all these chickens!"
"I was jest sayin' we ought ter be goin'," Maggie hollered.
Rebecca couldn't say her goodbyes fast enough. The moment they were gone she rushed inside, unable to hold back before the door closed.
Seeing William spend time with his papa crushed her. She wanted that for John. She wanted to be the doting mother looking on.
They hadn't had a single baby. She hadn't been with child even one time. No babes live, no babes lost. Not even missed monthlies. Babies are all she has ever wanted.
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