Two roads diverged in a yellow wood – Robert Frost (The Road Not Taken)
The bus was nearing the U.S./Canadian border. A passenger went running through it to the driver. "A passenger has gone into labor."
The driver swore and kept driving. There wasn't going to be a hospital for a while. Cries of the poor woman echoed everywhere. A doctor knelt beside her.
"What's your name?"
"Madeline Williams. I'm supposed to be on my way to my boyfriend's place and they were supposed come there." The woman was Canadian.
"Well, Miss Williams, I'm here until we get you to a hospital."
"Thank you."
"I'm Andrea Frost."
"Dr. Frost." Madeline gave a sharp cry.
Andrea tried to help her. Madeline, under Andrea's careful eye, gave birth to a son with violet eyes and blond hair. "Matthew Williams," Madeline breathed. "I was supposed to be named Matthew, but they were surprised when I was born female."
"We are now crossing the U.S./Canadian border," the driver announced.
Once they were in the United States, Madeline gave birth to a second son. "Alfred Fitzgerald Jones. My boyfriend's last name was Jones and John F. Kennedy is his favorite president and his favorite poet is Alfred, Lord Tennyson."
"Really?" Andrea asked. "My husband is Alfred Frost and his favorite is also Tennyson." Both women laughed.
This is the beginning of my mentioned prequel/sequel to my story My Literature Class. This will be about the life of the six until death separates them.