Proserpina

I was aching to see my little ones, Ria, Piers, and Claude and introduce them to the babies. Ria had already decided that they would be choosing the names of the little ones. THEY meant, of course, herself. Piers was overruled when he came up with what she called ‘stuffy sounding’ names.

Danielle and Aiyana had been to see me the previous afternoon. They were leaving and they had come to say goodbye. 

As Aiyana, whose arm was still in a sling, stepped to me, ...