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Ragdoll-Siamese cat down, she picked Cherish up as he heard Eugenie agree to the plan.
    “Actually, she snuck up behind me, Eugenie. She’s up. Let me fill her in and I’ll meet you, Rose, and Mark, in say…” he looked at their butterfly clock, which now hung above the playpen. “Sixty minutes or so?”
    With a sigh of relief, Eugenie agreed, and told the girl with her the same. He heard a slight mumble in reply, but didn’t know what the girl had said.
    As he uttered a quick goodbye, Edward wondered what was in store for them.
    How were they going to keep up with everything that was happening? And was this the girl Max and Daniella Colby had told them about… the one whose brother had been searching all these years for?
    With three children and two jobs between them already, though neither were working full time at the moment, he was glad that finances weren’t too tight.
    Between what Paloma’s parents had left, what she’d saved, and what he’d gotten for selling the sword and garments he’d traveled through time in as antiques – along with the bit of change that had somehow still been in his pockets – they’d had enough to not just survive, but at least for a while, thrive. Thankfully, Paloma was seriously considering putting work on the back burner. I’m surprised she hasn’t done so already, actually, he thought. I wonder if she’s changed her mind. We should talk that through again.
    Add in those four fourplexes to co-run with Jason and Me’chelle , he thought, and that’s a lot to deal with on a daily, weekly, monthly basis. Not to even mention the yearly tax returns and all the stress that come with them… but at least it all brings in pretty steady income for now.
    It was much more than a lot of people Edward had met could say, and he knew they were blessed.
    He shook his head.
    There was so much to deal with on a daily basis he wondered how it all got done, and now… now…. Include this orphan of time… and he just didn’t know what to do.
    Unless she really was the Rose they’d heard about, but even then….
    And don’t even get me started on Quentin Quimby . He sighed, forcing the images away.
    No… I can’t think about him now. Too much going on already. So Lord, if you could keep him at bay a while longer, we’d appreciate it. And… man, we still have a party to plan for Paloma’s birthday, to boot.
    He sighed again, rolling his shoulders, stretching his arms.
    “You’re meeting with Eugenie and Mark, and… Rose? She’s come?”
    This from a curious-faced Paloma, Cherish in her arms, and twins at the ankles. He had to keep from laughing at the endearing sight.
    In an attempt to be discreet with little ears around, he replied, “Une jeune fille a voyagé à travers le miroir, Mon Ange. It seems,” he continued, “she is from Massachusetts, nineteen thirty. And a young teenager…. What did Eugenie call her… oh, yes, Rose Angela… Rose Angela Wishart-Laurent… that’s as much a mouthful as my own name, if not more. And isn’t it also… I could be wrong, but… isn’t Peter’s sister’s name Rose, too?”
    He laughed at the little joke he made, not sure what else to say. If this was really Peter’s sister… if this was really the girl he’d been searching eighty three years for… then what?
    And if it wasn’t, what then?
    He shook his head again, clearing it. He’d find out soon enough….
    And he might learn more about the mirror from the girl, in any case, since it was apparent she’d traveled through it, as he had.
    “Wow, really?”
    She shook her headful of red-gold ringlets and he smiled at her, recalling when they’d first met, and it had been multi-hued; beribboned with pink, purple, and green streaks her best friend, Tawny had helped her with not long before he himself had traveled through the mirror and met her.
    Cherish began to cry again, and since the curtain was closed, Paloma began to feed her, telling the boys to go into their room to