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BERMUDA TRIANGLE
ATLANTIC OCEAN
ONE HOUR LATER
Esther Schaumburg had lived a long, eventful life. Of course, the same could be said of anyone who’d managed to survive the pranks and capers of three older brothers and four younger sisters.
But all the same, she felt that she’d seen and heard just about everything possible. And she’d enjoyed most of the trip.
By the time she’d reached puberty, her parents’ tiny apartment above the family delicatessen had bulged to overflowing. But love and laughter had outweighed bitter squabbles over bathroom privileges.
No many how many times her father had to pound on the ceiling beneath their feet with a broom handle to settle some noisy argument, he’d worn a big smile every evening when he’d trudged up the narrow steps for dinner.
Holidays had
