Chapter 13:1955

It’s years later and we had six wonderful children together--Judy, our daughter, Steve, her younger brother, and Bill, the baby, are our only three I birthed who lived. Their sister Betty died the day she was born, and we all miss her so very much. Ross is our foster son whom we treat as our very own, he’s such a good brother to Judy and to Steve especially, it’s like he was born to us as well. And then little Barb is our stepdaughter, but it’s like she was our own. How I love my little family! And how I love my husband. We still live here in London, at 149 St. Julien Street not too far from where Ken and I both grew up and fell in love.