Chapter 10
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“It was a nice memorial,” came her mother’s voice through the wall.
“…only wish Genevieve would have been able to…” replied her father as Ginny climbed from her bed and headed toward her regular eavesdropping spot. His voice was always so much more difficult to hear.
“… wouldn’t have been a good idea in her current state…”
“…not sure how else to tell her… parents have declared… not much else we can do. It’s been three…”
“I know, I know,” her mother replied. “And what now? It won’t be long before she is showing, and then…”
“I don’t even think she realizes…”
“…doesn’t. It’s as if she has no idea….”
There was silence then, and Ginny pondered what it might be that she—herself—didn’t realize. She knew, of course, that they had gone to a memorial service for the crew of
