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available as close as that mountain behind us. Cal told me there's a fully equipped hospital inside. I mean, just in case. And by the way, I have a ton of diapers in my car if you need them.”
“Thanks, but I use cloth diapers,” said Ruthie, “and we have everything ready for her. Maybe not a lot of pink, after two boys , but she'll be clothed.”
“Cloth diapers?” asked Abigail, “I didn't know they still made them. That is probably much better for the environment. Even though they are lot more work, I assume.”
“Oh, they're out there, with a little searching,” said Ruthie. “Have you ever wondered about what paper underwear must feel like? I prefer soft cotton next to my baby's bottom.”
The preparations inside the cabin continued all day. They assigned food dishes among them, and discussed making decorations from greenery and pine cones, berries and various findings from their natural surroundings .
Cal came bursting through the door and was happy to find a crowd of chattering, bustling women in his living room. They had heated up some canned tomato soup and had fixed grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. He picked up the remnant of an untouched triangular wedge from a plate that had been lying there all alone on the kitchen counter.
“Don't eat that, Cal,” warned Abigail, “it's been sitting there for hours. I was about to start supper.”
He chomped into it anyway. It had been a long day, and he felt like he was starving , a condition that continued to plague him.
“Just a snack,” he said, “Anything I can do to help? You sure seem busy.”
They told him about the party plans. He said that now he understood what the rest of the group was doing on the hillside lugging trees on bicycles. The kids were having a great time playing in the snow, and he had been concerned about the predators of which he had heard numerous warnings from various sources, until he saw rifles slung across both Nathan’s and Jerry's backs. He mentioned this to the women, and also told them they had some beautiful trees waiting at home.
“Mike always has a gun on him.” assured Sandra, “And so does Nathan, nowadays . So we felt safe letting the kids go with the men into the wilds of Wyoming. They're getting one for you, too.” she told Cal and Abby. “And the kids are collecting things to use for decorations. We probably should have brought some from home, but we just didn't have any room left. We had the feeling that whatever we left behind we'd probably never see again.”
A knock on the door announced the arrival of Mike with the kids. It wasn't easy dragging trees on bicycles. Nathan and Jerry had taken theirs to the compound, and they had put the Callahan tree on their porch.
“I think we found some real beauties,” he called, shaking the snow off of him out on the porch.
“Look what I found,” cried little Claudia, running in all excited, “a bunch of red feathers. See how pretty they are?”
“Wow, those are amazing,” said her mother, Jodie, “look at that pretty color. That's so perfect for Christmas. What do you think we should do with them?”
“We could glue them to sticks and make a star for the top of the tree,” she answered. Then she became distracted by Angel who was excited that a child had arrived at the house to play with her.
“Stephen said Abby and Cal were going to put Angel on top of their tree because she looks like a little white angel. He was just kidding, wasn't he?”
“Your cousin is a real jokester, Claudia,” laughed Ruthie. “I don't think she'd like that at all. Do you?”
Little Claudia nodded “no”, shaking her honey blonde-colored curls. Abigail thought she was absolutely adorable, and in spite of the drudgery of morning sickness, she began to think about having another baby so that their little guy could have a
“Thanks, but I use cloth diapers,” said Ruthie, “and we have everything ready for her. Maybe not a lot of pink, after two boys , but she'll be clothed.”
“Cloth diapers?” asked Abigail, “I didn't know they still made them. That is probably much better for the environment. Even though they are lot more work, I assume.”
“Oh, they're out there, with a little searching,” said Ruthie. “Have you ever wondered about what paper underwear must feel like? I prefer soft cotton next to my baby's bottom.”
The preparations inside the cabin continued all day. They assigned food dishes among them, and discussed making decorations from greenery and pine cones, berries and various findings from their natural surroundings .
Cal came bursting through the door and was happy to find a crowd of chattering, bustling women in his living room. They had heated up some canned tomato soup and had fixed grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. He picked up the remnant of an untouched triangular wedge from a plate that had been lying there all alone on the kitchen counter.
“Don't eat that, Cal,” warned Abigail, “it's been sitting there for hours. I was about to start supper.”
He chomped into it anyway. It had been a long day, and he felt like he was starving , a condition that continued to plague him.
“Just a snack,” he said, “Anything I can do to help? You sure seem busy.”
They told him about the party plans. He said that now he understood what the rest of the group was doing on the hillside lugging trees on bicycles. The kids were having a great time playing in the snow, and he had been concerned about the predators of which he had heard numerous warnings from various sources, until he saw rifles slung across both Nathan’s and Jerry's backs. He mentioned this to the women, and also told them they had some beautiful trees waiting at home.
“Mike always has a gun on him.” assured Sandra, “And so does Nathan, nowadays . So we felt safe letting the kids go with the men into the wilds of Wyoming. They're getting one for you, too.” she told Cal and Abby. “And the kids are collecting things to use for decorations. We probably should have brought some from home, but we just didn't have any room left. We had the feeling that whatever we left behind we'd probably never see again.”
A knock on the door announced the arrival of Mike with the kids. It wasn't easy dragging trees on bicycles. Nathan and Jerry had taken theirs to the compound, and they had put the Callahan tree on their porch.
“I think we found some real beauties,” he called, shaking the snow off of him out on the porch.
“Look what I found,” cried little Claudia, running in all excited, “a bunch of red feathers. See how pretty they are?”
“Wow, those are amazing,” said her mother, Jodie, “look at that pretty color. That's so perfect for Christmas. What do you think we should do with them?”
“We could glue them to sticks and make a star for the top of the tree,” she answered. Then she became distracted by Angel who was excited that a child had arrived at the house to play with her.
“Stephen said Abby and Cal were going to put Angel on top of their tree because she looks like a little white angel. He was just kidding, wasn't he?”
“Your cousin is a real jokester, Claudia,” laughed Ruthie. “I don't think she'd like that at all. Do you?”
Little Claudia nodded “no”, shaking her honey blonde-colored curls. Abigail thought she was absolutely adorable, and in spite of the drudgery of morning sickness, she began to think about having another baby so that their little guy could have a
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