Empty ArmsAnd just as my empty arms
ached to hold you
before you were born
as I think back over the miracle
that gave me you
then the tragedy that stole you from me
my empty arms ache
remembering.
Becky's face slowly puckered. She brought the poem up to hide her tears. Finally, she allowed Abi to hold her. “Oh, Mother…”
The girls said they had much more World War II memorabilia stored in the cave back in Idaho where Preston stashed it.
Joe seemed delighted. “More? You two ladies might be worth millions. Will you display it locally?”
“We just want to sell it.” Becky expression was one of disgust. “We didn't like that life. We don't want to be a part of it anymore.”
Emery was to help arrange for the disposal of the artifacts. The collection the girls described would be worth a fo
