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Trocar

Allie POV:

I was helping Levicy make bread dough while Devil Anse sat at the table with Lias, who came over shortly after Cap left to get Abel. Uncle Wall had left right after my husband did. He said he had some things to do at his office in town, but I think he just didn't like being put on the spot for marrying my brother and that shrew.

"So, Allie, bet you're mighty pissed at that brother of yours." Lias told me with a knowing look before taking a quick drink of his whiskey.

"Pissed is an understatement, Lias." I told my musically inclined uncle-in-law as he sat a few feet away from me. "I just can't believe Abel married Nancy McCoy. Of all the shrews and whores in the Tug he marries her." Thorwing my hands up in the air and shaking my head incredulously, I shouted out the word, "Her!", to make my point of being shocked and mad at my brother.

Looking at me, Levicy softly, but sternly, told me in a motherly tone, "Calm down, dear. We don't want ya gettin' stirred up an' bringin' harm on the baby."

"Your brother's a damn dumbass." Devil Anse shook his head. Puffing on his pipe, he snapped, "Goddamnit, Johnse's smarter than him and that ain't too damn good."

"Don't insult Abel like that, pa. The shrew got into his head." I defended Abel to my brother-in-law, who right now looked extremely pissed about my brother's marriage.

"Yes, Allie's right." Levicy nodded knowingly, patting me on the shoulder. Looking at all of us, she explained in great length, "Nancy got into Abel's head and twisted it on up. To untwist it we gotta be gentle, but also firm with him. We need him t'know we support him, but behind our smiles we plant seeds of doubt 'bout him and his McCoy wife into his head."

"And pray that those seeds take root? Hell…" Anse shook his head while puffing on his pipe.

"It's the only way we can keep Abel from runnin' completely to her cause if he feels he's gotta choose he'll do just that." Levicy said knowingly as she kneaded her bread dough.

Before anybody could respond to Levicy the door flung open and in walked Abel followed by Cap. "You beckoned, Devil Anse?" My brother sarcastically asked my father-in-law while taking off his hat and hanging it up on the wall hook.

While Cap took off his hat and hung it up next to my bother's, Devil Anse shot Abel a stony look and firmly told him, "Yes, I beckoned cause I heard from Wall you're a married man now."

"Congrats." Lias chuckled, raising his glass of whiskey sarcastically towards Abel while he and Cap made their way over to the table.

"Thanks." My brother said thru gritted teeth while taking a seat at the table.

Cap just sat down at the end of the table, silently watching on baited breath to see how Devil Anse was going to deal with my brother. I was biting my lip to keep myself in check and follow the plan that Levicy wanted us to do. You know, the method of honey catches more flies then vinager.

Taking his pipe out of the corner of his mouth, my father-in-law asked, "The marriage was sudden tho. What made you do it?"

"Nothin' made me do it, Anse. I've been livin' with Nance for a while; she wants to start a family so we decided to get married." My brother answered nonchalantly, as if his reasoning was normal. Eh, maybe to other couples it'd be normal, but he wasn't with a normal woman. Abel was with Nancy; somebody you wouldn't want to marry cause it's a conflict of family interest.

"Oh, I bet she wants to start a family." Sarcastically shot out of my mouth before I could think better of it as I roughly kneaded my bread dough.

Giving me a deeply narrowed look, Abel asked in a defensive snarl, "What the hell does that mean, sis? Hmm?"

I stopped kneading the bread dough and wiped my flour-coated hands off on my apron before bluntly telling Abel, "Honestly, it means I don't think she really wants to start a family, but just said that to get you to marry her. God, that woman's such a shrew and she's got you wrapped around her finger." Shaking me head, I asked, "How can you be so fooled by her?", since I was baffled by what Abel even saw in Nancy McCoy.

Levicy shot me a deeply narrowed look that read 'You deviated from the plan'. Oops… We were supposed to do the supportive approach plan, but I just couldn't do it. I can't pretend I'm okay with Abel's marriage when I'm not.

"Nancy is a rightful shrew; hate to even imagine her motherin' a child." Fell out of my husband's mouth. He gave me a small smirk, letting me know that he was siding with me.

Devil Anse let out a deep sigh before giving my brother the lecture of, "Abel, I'm not very pleased by your actions, but there's nothin' I can do 'bout them since what's done is done. Just understand that you won't be bringin' your McCoy wife 'round here, things that get said ain't fit for McCoy ears."

"I understand." Abel nodded at my father-in-law, shrinking a bit under his hard-stony gaze.

"You're not bringing her to my house either. I don't want her setting foot inside of my home." I bluntly told Abel while giving him a hard stare.

"Allie, don't act like that. Nancy's a good woman to me and you're my sister, I don't want to be torn between you." Abel had the nerve to reprimand me as if I was some child having a fit.

"If you didn't want that then you wouldn't have been weak minded; wouldn't have married Nancy in the first place." I retorted instead of pacifying him with a sugar-coated answer.

"I'm not weak minded." My brother protested.

"Could've fooled me since that shrew more or less tricked you to marry her." I remarked as I finally went back to kneading my bread dough.

"She didn't trick me. Jesus, Allie, I've been with her for a while now. Only fittin' that I settle down with her." Abel snapped at me a bit testily as his body language got a bit stiff.

"If you two are gonna hash it out do it outside. None of us need to be 'round such high tensions." Levicy ordered me and my brother, cutting us a stern motherly look that conveyed she was tired of our back and forth bickering.

"I'm not hashin' anything out with her. Actually, I'm going home to my wife." Abel announced, getting up from the table.

"Your wife that's just usin' you to get over on us." I told him as he made his way over to the wall hook to grab his hat.

Before Abel could respond to me, Cap sided with me by making the truthful remark of, "Allie's right, Nancy just wants to get into our family to destroy it from within. To get to Jim and Shaw since she hates 'em."

"I don't need to listen to this shit." Abel grumbled, shoving his hat on his head. "I'm out and next time I'm over I hope ya'll don't talk anymore shit 'bout my wife." My brother snarled before storming out of the house.

"Well, that didn't go over too smooth." Lias chuckled as the door slammed shut.

Shaw POV:

It was mid-afternoon and I needed a fresh bottle of shine. I had a large stash hidden in the barn's hayloft, nestled away just for a time of need. Granny Delize didn't say a word when I told her I needed to fetch something from the barn. She just shook her head at me while never faltering in making her biscuit dough. Mary was sitting at the table shelling peas, but she did glance at me for a split second. I think my little sister knows why I'm going to the barn, but she also knows not to say a word about it. She knew better then to bring it up even tho she was a little girl. Mary saw things bein' raised briefly around Peter; she knew to keep her mouth shut about a man's drinkin' habits.

While grabbing a bottle from my hayloft stash, I noticed that one was half-empty. What the hell? I could've sworn I had only full bottles in here. I mean I made sure to use my open ones first so that I wouldn't have a bunch of half-empty bottles littering my hayloft. I swear, my brother better not be nippin' the bottle. Boy's too young to be drinkin', he's only 12-years-old. Lil shit, I'm gonna have a word with him about that half-empty bottle when he gets home from the livery later. I ain't gonna go easy on his ass either.

Shaking my head and letting out a sigh, I grabbed a full bottle and climbed down from the hayloft. I uncorked my bottle and took a long sip of it, letting the shine burn down my throat to numb anything I was feeling. As I stepped out of the barn my eyes went wide with shock as I spotted none other than Tolbert fucking McCoy hitchin' his horse up to the fence post by my driveway. Oh, fuck no, this ginger didn't just come over to check up on Jessa…no, not after the hell he put her thru.

My blood was boiling as I marched (okay, ran) over to Tolbert. "The fuck you doin' here, Tolbert? Didn't you do enough?" I snarled hatefully at my arch rival.

"I'm here t'see Jessa cause I'm worried 'bout her." Tolbert had the balls to say as he held his head up, actin' as if he was better than me when in fact, he's the reason for Jessa's heartbreak and pain.

"You're worried 'bout her?" I scoffed before darkly snapping, "Oh, that's rich coming from you since you're the one that pushed her and caused the damn miscarriage in the first place."

"I ain't here t'argue wit'cha. I just wanna see Jessa, that's all." He said, actin' as if he suddenly didn't hate me and only cared about Jessa's wellbeing. I call bullshit on that. The ginger fucker's up to something.

"Oh, I can't believe you even had the stones to show your face on my land wantin' to see my woman after you're attack on her made her lose our baby."

"I didn't attack her, ya dumb bastard. I shoved her 'way from me, ain't my fault she fell on ya." Was Tolbert's half-assed attempt to defend himself. Oh, I wasn't buying it one bit.

"Oh, it is your fault." I coldly told Tolbert, pointing my likker bottle at him. I let out a dark chuckle before honestly telling him, "God, I wanna kill ya so bad right now for what ya done to Jessa and my unborn child."

"Yer drunk, Shaw. Couldn't kill a fly right now, but I ain't surprise ya wanna kill me. Seems that's all yaw anna do, ya drunken bastard."

"I ain't drunk, Tolbert. Hell, with what I been thru I'm allowed a drink or two."

"I know a drunk when I see one, considerin' I see one in the mirror every morn an' yer a drunk." A twisted look appeared on Tolbert's face right before the damning lie of, "Yer a drunk just like me an' just like yer step-poppy was.", poured out of his mouth.

Hearing that ginger tell me I was just like Peter struck a chord with me. My chest heaved and my face shook with anger. How dare he?... Damnit, I was insulted. Every negative thing I felt for Tolbert just boiled over and before I could realize what I was doing I tossed my bottle to the side (causing it to crash on the ground and break) and tackled the hateful redhead to the ground. I punched Tolbert in the face a few times before he broke my hold by shoving me off of him. When we both got up from the ground, we charged at each other, cursing while swinging our fists.

I don't know how long we were exchanging punches for, but it felt like an eternity. For being 'drunk' I sure was handin' Tolbert his ass. Being the sore loser, he is, he pulled out his knife that he kept in his boot and stabbed me deep in the side with it. Of course, I didn't even notice him grabbing the blade until it was driven between my ribs, piercing my lung. Out of pure instinct and reflex, I pushed Tolbert away from me. "You crazy fucker! You stabbed me!" I yelled, staggerin' backyards while pressing my hand to my bleedin' side.

"Serves ya right, Vance Bastard. Good luck breathin' wit' a collapsed lung." Tolbert sneered, wiping my blood off his knife and stickin' it back into his boot. "I'll be back t'see Jessa some other time."

"Next time you step on my land I'll blow your fucking head off." I promised the ginger as he turned his back to me and quickly marched toward's his horse that was tied on my fence post.

Oh god, I'm in a helluva lot of trouble now. I'll have to send Granny Delize to fetch Doc cause this stab wound is bad, really bad.

Jessa POV:

I was taking an afternoon nap whenever I was frantically shaken awake by Mary. "What's wrong?" I asked, sounding a bit groggy, as I sat up in bed and looked at the blonde girl.

"Tolbert came over here and stabbed Shaw when he was comin' in from the barn. Granny Delize went to go get Doc, but he's gettin' worse. He's bleedin' really bad and he's struggling to breathe." Mary quickly rambled out in one long breath. Her lip quivered and tears shined in her eyes as she cried, "I'm scared, Jessa."

Even tho I was supposed to be resting in bed in order to heal from my horrible miscarriage, I got out of the bed. "Watch the kids; I'll take care of Shaw." I told Mary, giving her a supportive lined smiled, before grabbing my robe from a nearby chair and putting it on.

"Okay." Mary squeaked out in a small and nervous tone while I rushed over to the door.

Quickly, I walked into the kitchen. As I made my way over to Shaw, who was bleeding on the sofa, Mary walked into the kitchen. I can see why she was worried cause Shaw looked bad. Oh my god, blood was soaking thru the side of his shirt and staining the sofa. His hand was crimson since he was holding his side with it. It was a sickening site to see, that's for sure.

"You should be in bed resting." Shaw struggled to say in wheezy breaths as I made my way over to him.

"I know, but you're hurt and Mary asked me to help you." I explained while coming to a stop at his side.

"Granny Delize's out getting Doc." He informed me, trying to assure me that help was on its way.

"Yea and by how bad you look you'll be dead if I don't tend to you." I bluntly told Shaw the grim reality of his situation. "Now, move your hand and let me see where you got stabbed at." I ordered him with a quick wave of my hand.

"It's between my ribs; in my lung." Shaw wheezed while removing his hand from his stab wound.

Blood poured from his side as I looked at the wound. It was a deep slice that looked to be in the area of his lung. Holy shit, Tolbert really shanked him good… Looking up at Shaw, I told him my asset, "Your lung's filling up with blood and's getting ready to collapse. I need to drain the blood out with a chest tube."

A skeptical look appeared on his pain stricken face. "Um, how do you know this? You're not a doctor."

"I watched a lot of Chicago Med." I whispered to him so that his sister wouldn't over hear me. Shaw didn't say a word, just nodded his head. I guess binge watching that tv show was all the credentials I needed. "I gotta get some things from the kitchen, but it won't take too long." I told Shaw before walking away from the sofa.

"Okay, babe. Not like I can go anywhere anyways since I'm bleedin' like a stuck pig." Shaw wheezed out as I made my way to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, I quickly grabbed a towel, a bottle of whiskey (that I kept under the sink for disinfectant purposes), and a metal pastry tube (you know the ones that are used to bake off the fluffy stuffed cone pastries and croissants with). I was running on autopilot as I rushed back into the living room with all of the supplies. I placed all of them on the coffee table and knelt on the ground. I could feel Shaw's eyes watching me as I poured some whiskey onto a corner of the towel. "This is gonna sting." I warned Shaw about the whiskey-soaked towel before ripping his shirt opening, sending buttons everywhere, and scrubbing his wounded side clean.

"Fuck!" Shaw hissed at the stinging pain that the whiskey sent thru his wounded side.

I gave Shaw a sympathetic look while telling him, "Sorry, but I have to clean your side so it doesn't get infected."

"Just hurry up 'fore I drown to death in my lung." He snapped in a tight wheeze.

I just nodded and grabbed the metal pastry tube off the coffee table. Quickly, I poured some whiskey on it (and on the table by default) and went over to Shaw's side. "This is going to hurt like a bitch."

"Just shove it in so I can breathe." Shaw ordered as his breaths got shorter.

"Okay." I nodded before pushing the tube into the slice between his ribs. Shaw screamed bloody murder as I pushed the metal tube into his lung. "It's in." I told Shaw as blood began to drain out of the tube. Eww, gross…

"I know." Shaw told me as his lung filled up with air once more. "It hurts, but I can breathe again." He admitted before giving me a weak smile and gratefully telling me, "Thanks, babe."

"You're welcome, hun." I told him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "I doubt you're comfortable here. Let's get you to bed so you can rest." I softly suggested, earning me a nod of approval from Shaw.

I had just finished helping Shaw to bed and just started to wash out the blood that was staining the sofa whenever the door opened followed by Granny Delize and Doc walking in. Doc had a confused look on his faces as saw my cleaning the sofa. "Where's Shaw and why ain't ya in bed, Jessa?" Doc Rutherford asked me with a raised brow.

"Doc, clearly she moved him to bed and managed to patch him up otherwise he'd still be on the sofa." Granny Delize told Doc before I even got the chance to open my mouth. Pointing to the sofa, she went on to bluntly say, "By the size of that blood stain, good thing she did patch him up otherwise he'd be dead."

"I'm going to check on Shaw; see how your handywork's holdin' up, Jessa." Doc told me, walking thru the main room and into the kitchen in order to reach the master bedroom.

"Girl, I see ya know to use a bar of lye and cold water t'scrub that blood out." Granny Delize told me as she walked over to one of the sitting chairs.

"Um, ain't it common sense to use that to get a stain out?" I asked, looking at her while never pausing in my scrubbing.

"Oh, you'd be surprised how many folks don't have common sense." Granny Delize chuckled slightly. "I'm glad that you're on your feet even tho the reason for it ain't ideal."

"Mary got scared when Shaw was getting worse; woke me up crying. I didn't think about myself, just rushed out of bed and tended to him before he either drowned in his own blood or suffocated from a collapsed lung." I honestly her while dunking the bloody rag into the bucket of water next to me and wringing it out.

"You're a sweet, but strong girl, Jessa. You also remind me of my Jimmy's late wife, Mary in some ways. She was a lot like you, pushed thru things and always had her man's best interest in mind." I heard Granny Delize tell me as I rubbed the chunk of lye over the fainting bloodstain before scrubbing it with the wet rag.

"Oh…" I lingered out since I didn't know what to say to what I just heard. Hearing that I was a lot like Jim's late wife took me aback. Maybe that's why Jim secretly likes me? Hell, it seems to be why his mother does.

Changing the subject, Granny Delize made the suggestive statement of, "Reckon since you're on your feet 'gain I'll be goin' home in a couple of days."

Looking at her, I asked, "Reckon so, but don't you want to stick around since Shaw's hurt?"

"I think you can manage to take care of him on your own, Sugar. Unlike Shaw, I'm pretty sure you can handle him, the kids, and the house."

"Was Shaw really that useless when I was laid up in bed?"

"He rarely left your side, didn't he?" Granny Delize rhetorically asked before quickly adding in, "That should be a good 'nough answer to your question."

"He was so afraid that if he left my side too long that I'd disappear on him or something." I revealed to her since that's the way I felt he felt about my post-miscarriage situation.

"Shaw's very protective of you; loves ya with his entire bein', even if he's got a funny way of showin' it." Shaking her head, she sighed, "Poor boy didn't have the best examples of love showin' at home so he grew up half-assed."

"What about when he went to school?" I asked, dunking the bloodied rag into the crimson colored water and wringing it out.

Granny Delize let out a low scoff before giving me the lengthy answer of, "Hell, Sully raisin' him was just a step up from Peggy and the drunkard butcher. My grandson never truly wanted fatherhood, only took Shaw with him so the boy wouldn't end up dead. I offered to raise him, but Sully shot me down and claimed he'd be fine with the boy; would get him into school and ensure that he was educated since he was a teacher."

"Oh…Well, he did go to a good school. I knew him out East, our respective schools did some functions together so…" I admitted, trailing off a few times as I scrubbed the sofa (which was looking better stain wise).

"No wonder he's so captivated by you, he's known ya a long time." Granny Delize told me with a warm softness to her old raspy voice.

Before I could reply to her, the bedroom door opened and Doc emerged into the kitchen while saying, "I'm impressed, Jessa, that you managed to trocar him correctly to drain the blood and let air into his wounded lung." With a curious look, he asked, "Have you ever had any medical trainin'?", as he walked across the kitchen into the main room I was in with Granny Delize.

"No." I shook my head. "My father was a professor and had a doctor friend, I overheard about the procedure once so when I saw how bad Shaw was I kinda had an idea of what to do." I lied to cover my ass since I couldn't tell him about a prime-time med drama on a Wednesday night tv lineup.

"Well, miss, I'm glad you had such quick thinkin' cause if ya didn't I doubt I'd be able to help him. Ya more or less saved your man's life." Doc Rutherford told me in an impressed and honest tone.

"How long's my great-grandson gonna be laid up for?" Granny Delize bluntly asked as she sat up a bit straighter in her sitting chair.

"At least a week, maybe two dependin' on how his body heals." Doc explained before quickly adding in, "I'll be by in a couple of days to check up on him. I also left him a pain draught to take every few hours."

"Thank you, Doc." I told him with a line of a smile.

"Yes, thank you." Granny Delize added in a bit flatly.

Doc nodded before asking, "I'll be goin' now, but would ya like me to fetch his father?"

"Yes, I think he should know what happened." I told Doc while Granny Delize just rolled her icy blues and let out a quick scoff.

Doc just nodded, went over to the door, and left. Once Doc was gone, Granny Delize spoke up with the blunt remark of, "Jimmy's gonna be comin', Shaw's one of his favorite nephews. Hell, man's more concerned 'bout the boy then Sully'll ever be." Pushing herself off of the chair, she announced, "I'm gonna go put somethin' on the cookpot. We both know Jimmy'll be lookin' for something to et when he's over here seein' his great-nephew.", before taking off into the kitchen and leaving me alone to finish cleaning the couch.

Olga POV:

*San Fransico, California*

I felt giddy an' refreshed as I walked into the hall o'the maternity ward o'the hospital after bein' gone for a week on leave for my honeymoon. It was a simple one, spent in Los Angeles. The city was full o'Spanish charm an' history; I'm glad that Asa picked the place for honeymoonin'. Oh, I still can't believe that I was married t'Asa now. He was a good man an' was very supportive when I lost Imogene. He was the one that helped me rent a room in the boardin' house an' found me a job as a nurse. Now tho we had our own house not too far from down town. It was a nice row home, fit for a newspaperman an' a nurse. Oh, I felt as if my life had finally made a turn for the best.

"Olga, how was the honeymoon?" Annie, the senior nurse of the ward, asked me as I came to a stop at the nurse's desk in the ward.

"Lovely. How was it 'ere while I was gone?" I replied as I took a seat next t'her at the desk.

"Busy as usual." I just nodded while lookin' over the patient log book. "Yesterday a poor immigrant woman with no family perished in the birthin' bed. The babe was taken to St. Nicholas's Catholic Orphan's Asylum a few blocks down the road." Annie told me, causin' my blood to go cold for a moment. A newborn was orphaned an' needed a home?

Tearin' my eyes from the log book, I looked ov'r at Annie an' asked, "What? The baby's open for adoptin'?", t'make sure I heard her correctly.

"Yes, she is." She nodded 'fore goin' on t'ask, "Why, you know somebody wantin' a newborn?"

"Me an' my husband. I'm not able t'have no more chil'ren an' I lost my daughter from my ex back 'round Christmas." I admitted t'my co-worker, somethin' I've only ever told the priest an' o'course Asa since we've had to find other creative ways to be intimate in order not t'risk me fallin' wit' child.

A look of sympathy crossed ov'r Annie's face. "Oh, you poor dear. To be so young and have had so much tragedy." She smiled an' told me, "Go fetch your husband from the newspaper office and go take a look at the baby. I'll cover for you."

"Oh, thank ye so much, Annie. Yer a godsend." I gratefully told Annie, givin' her a quick hug.

Breakin' our hug, she told me, "Yes, well, if you wait too long somebody'll adopt that baby. She's just too cute to pass up."

*About 15 minutes later…*

"Are you nervous or excited?" Asa asked as we walked up to the Catholic orphanage.

"A bit o'both." I admitted as we went over to the large door o'the buildin'.

"Don't be, I'm sure we'll be able to adopt the baby. We both have good jobs and live in a good location." My husband assured me as he opened the door for me; lettin' me walk inside o'the orphanage. I just nodded my head quietly as he followed me inside.

Right away a nun that was at a desk in the foyer spotted us. "May I help you?" She asked us, risin' from her desk an' makin' her way ov'r to us.

"Yes, Sister, my wife works at the hospital that just sent a newborn girl here yesterday and we'd like to inquire about her." Asa answered wit' a charmin' smile on his handsome face.

"Oh, yes, the babe's in the room used for newborns up to a year." The sister told us before going on to ask, "May I ask, Sir, what your names are?"

"I'm Asa M. Merriweather, the social issues columnist at The Examiner, and this is my wife Olga. As I've stated she's a nurse on the maternity ward of St. Mary's Hospital." Was my husband's answer t'her inquiry.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Merriweather, I've read your column. It's very well written." The middle-aged nun smiled at my husband. "Well, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to the wing the baby you're inquiring about's in." She told us 'fore quickly leadin' us out of the foyer and down a hallway. "So far no one's inquired about her yet or at least nobody from a high and proper standing. We here at St. Nicholas's want the children we adopt out to be given to family's that'll be able to care for them both financially and emotionally. We strive to find them homes with well-to-do families."

"I assure you, Sister, that we're one of those families. In fact, my father's a senator for the State of Maryland; lives in Washington D.C." Asa told the nun in a self-confident tone.

"Is that so? Well, then, Mr. Merriweather you're definitely the kind of family we approve for adoptions here at St. Nicholas's." The nun remarked, assurin' us that if we wanted the newborn girl then we'd be able t'have her due t'his fine breedin' paried wit' our jobs. "She's right in here." She told us, stoppin' at a door. Opening the door an' lettin' us into the room, she added, "She's in the first crib on the right. Should be asleep right now since she just had a bottle not long ago."

Silently, me an' Asa walked over to the first crib to the right o'the room. Nestled inside it was the smallest, cutest, lil baby girl wit' a small swirl o'dark hair on her head. Just like the sister said, she was sleepin' soundly. Lookin' at my husband, I told him, "I want her, Asa."

"I knew you would since there's a hole missing from Imogene." He softly told me, lightly rubbin' circles into my back. Lookin' at the sister, he told her, "We'd like to adopt the baby girl; raise her as our own in a good home where she'd want for nothing."

"Oh, that's wonderful news, Mr. Merriweather." The sister smiled at us. "Mrs. Merriweather, if you may, you'refree to pick up the baby and we'll go into an office to finalize the adoption."

"What do we need'a do?" I asked as I carefully picked the baby up, careful not t'wake her.

"Fill out a form with her name along with yours and your husband's to legalizing her as your daughter." She explained to me, causin' me t'nod at her. "Come, I'll show you to the office." The nun told us before one 'gain leadin' us out o'the room an' down the hallway.

"What do you want to call her? Imogene, perhaps?" Asa asked me as we followed the sister down the hall.

I shook my head. "No, I couldn't do that, Asa. Be too painful."

He nodded 'fore suggestin', "We could use it as her middle name. To honor your first daughter, but you wouldn't have to actually say it out loud."

"I'd like that better." I admitted t'my husband. "Maybe we could call her Amora, Amora Imogene?"

"Sounds like a lovely name to me, dear." Asa smile right before we followed the nun into the office where we'd be legally makin' the baby ours. Our lil Amora.

AN: Hope you guys liked the little tidbit of Olga's life in San Francisco. Anyways, of course drama is happening to the Hatfields and their kin.