69.) Forced
"No," she said. "Don't force me to do such a degrading thing! That's awful!" -2 Samuel 13:12 Abigail: My sleep is haunted by baby cries. Small little babies with brown eyes and curly locks. They fall into darkness, their cries ringing out in a looming silence. "No!" I sob. Whose children are they? Where are they going? Who's taking them? "Mama!' a little girl in a white dress runs to me. Her eyes shine with fresh tears. Her brown eyes look so much like Abraham’s, but now I see a shimmer of blue in them and I suddenly realize this is not his child. "No," I whimper. "Abby," the girl whispers. "Wake up." "What?" "Abigail, it's time to go." I wake with a start, shaken by my dream. Abe is never coming back, I remind myself. "There you are," David says stroking my shoulder.
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