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was the doomsayer. They could both be right; Mike MacDougal hadseen all the worst that man had to offer his fellow man. Stacy believed in the goodness that she felt prevailed among most people.
    â€œThey’ve been out there a while,” Bobby said. “I think I’ll help. Maybe there’s a bicycle out there and those misfits are dropping all the pieces!” With a quick kiss on the cheek, he left her, striding to the door for his heavy coat.
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    The snow kept falling in huge, wet flakes and the wind blew hard. Morwenna felt as if she was battling a storm in the Antarctic as she made her way to the garage. When she reached the side door, it was a fight against the wind to open it. But she suddenly felt desperate; she could see through the four-paned little window that Gabe was standing close to her brother by the trunk of his car.
    The door flew open, slamming against the wooden wall of the garage.
    Both men looked toward her; Gabe hurried over, drawing her in and closing the door.
    â€œHey!” Shayne said. “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing!”
    â€œI, um, you were taking some time. I thought you might need help,” Morwenna said. She felt a little ridiculous, and then not. They didn’t know Gabe Lange.
    â€œOh, we were just talking,” Shayne told her. “I was showing Gabe some of the things for the kids.”
    â€œAnd we were discussing the merits of live action versus video games,” Gabe said. “Shayne’s right—this one electronic thingy he got for Connor is great—it’s a word game, teaches you how to spell, and what the definitions for the words are once they’re found. And you win funny little cars with each correct answer—virtual cars.”
    â€œWill it work—does it have to be downloaded?” Morwenna asked. “I’m surprised we still have electricity. The cable is down, and none of the phones work.”
    â€œIt’s battery operated, and doesn’t need any downloads, so Connor will be able to play with it no matter, tomorrow,” Shayne said. “I have to admit, I think the kids had a great time tonight—without electronic devices.”
    â€œWho knew you’d make such a great Mr. Mean?” Morwenna said lightly.
    Shayne half smiled. “It was fun. I really had fun.”
    â€œDo you write children’s books?” Gabe asked her.
    â€œNo! Oh, Lord, no,” Morwenna said. “I’m an executive at an ad agency in Manhattan.”
    â€œYeah, I heard that. But, people may do one thing for a living, and another on the side. I thought that maybe you wrote for children on the side. And I take it that you draw a lot?” Gabe asked.
    â€œSure. Sometimes. I always loved to draw.”
    â€œOnce upon a time you spent a lot more time just doodling,” Shayne said.
    â€œI can’t. I mean, I don’t really have the time. Not anymore. Now I spend a lot of time in meetings,” Morwenna said.
    â€œYou should illustrate,” Gabe said.
    She hesitated. She could have explained that she had intended to, things hadn’t quite gone in the direction she had intended. “I don’t really havethe time,” she said simply. “I can come up with the creatures, but I’m not sure what they should be doing. A story needs a beginning, a middle and an end.”
    â€œBut you could work with someone else, right?” Gabe asked her.
    â€œSure,” she murmured. “Maybe in my retirement.”
    â€œI guess we all do what we need to do in life,” Gabe said. “You’re good. And it’s obvious that you love it. Maybe take a sketch pad on your next vacation.”
    â€œThis is my vacation,” she said.
    â€œMorwenna is mourning the fact that she’s not in Cancún,” Shayne told him.
    â€œI am not! I chose to be here,” Morwenna said.
    Shayne laughed and brushed her cheek with his knuckles, teasing her