Ch 43 Problem Pregnancies
"I'm going to see my midwitch today," Ginny told Harry Tuesday May second, as the couple ate breakfast in their Grimmauld Place kitchen. "The appointment is eleven, at St. Mungo's. Minerva will be at mum's. Do you think you can make it?
"I'm speaking at Hogwarts at Dinner tonight, but before that I am free," Harry told Ginny. "Thirty years since The Battle of Hogwarts! Can you believe it?"
"May second is noticed by most Magi in Britain, but it is not exactly a public holiday, and St. Mungo's is working as usual," Ginny noted.
Are you expecting to find out anything today?" Harry wondered.
"Probably not much, but this is the first time I'm expecting twins, and I am a little nervous," a slightly worried Ginny responded.
"I will plan on meeting you at St. Mungo's just before eleven," Harry reassured his wife.
The midwitch was waving her wand over Ginny's womb looking concerned, and finally she left and went to get another midwitch. The two midwitches conferred, and then the first one told Ginny and Harry, "Well, we have two babies. It is just one seems to be way smaller than the other. We think they are both healthy and we think they are both magical, but we are not sure. I'd like to get a better picture of the two babies. We can get an ultrasound picture here in Great Britain, but the best magical hospital in the world is Mayo Magical. We would like to send you there to get a better idea what we are dealing with."
"I am going to call the office," Harry told Ginny. "I can cancel my Hogwarts talk. We are going to Mayo Magical!"
The midwife told the couple, "Give me a day or so to get you an appointment. This is not an emergency."
"Go back to work, Harry," Ginny told him.
"Yes, dear," Harry meekly replied. "You are going to be with me at Hogwarts tonight?"
"Wouldn't miss seeing you embarrassed to be called a hero," Ginny laughed.
Harry frowned. Defeating Tom Riddle was very much a group effort, even if he did battle one on one with Tom at the end. Ginny was right. Hero worship embarrassed him, and his embarrassment amused her.
"Your magic seems to be in control," the witch at the reception desk at Mayo Medical told Ginny and Harry Thursday. "If not you would have to put your wands in a container."
"Our homes have Muggle, that is No-Maj, technology," Harry replied. "We are used to keeping our magic under control."
"Ginny, we want you to go laboratory first, before going to the imaging department," she told the couple, as she gave them directions. Ginny first went to one department, where she had to give some urine and her blood was drawn. Then she was sent to the Imaging Department.
The Mayo Medical technician spread some compound on Ginny's belly over her womb and moved the instrument over her as some sort of images appeared on a screen. The technician spent some time moving the instrument, working the controls as the image on the screen changed. Occasionally Harry saw the technician do what he could interpret as taking a picture.
"I cannot tell you everything I am seeing," The technician told the couple. "There are two live babies, one much larger than the other. I understand the concern, and need to let a nurse midwitch who specializes in some magical imaging look at you, Ginny, before the team talks to you."
The couple were taken to another room where Ginny was asked to lie down, and a parchment was suspended above her womb. Another witch then took out a wand and moved it over Ginny as a picture slowly appeared on the parchment, and then developed into a rough three dimensional image. You could see two babies, a larger blue one and a smaller pink one, surrounded by a deep purple red womb. Depending on which view the midwitch was trying to display the color on the smaller baby became stronger or fainter.
The midwitch told Ginny and Harry, "I am looking for two things that a No-Maj ultrasound cannot see, the life force and the amount of magic. Neither of them are quite as simple as the physical images, but knowing them helps us treat magical infants."
Harry looked at the eight Magi gathered to talk to Ginny and him. He was not sure if he should be terrified or relieved that there was a team of healers taking care of Ginny and the babies. Ginny was gripping Harry's hand like she wanted to crush it. Harry could tell that Ginny was very worried.
"We have, we think, some good news, and some more problematic news," the head healer stated. "You must get regular exercise, Ginny. You are exceptionally healthy, despite your history of injuries."
"Our townhouse has seven stories, if you include the basement. I go from the ground floor kitchen to my office on the top floor several times most days, so there is a lot of stair climbing," Ginny replied. "There is a fair amount of stair climbing and walking when I interview Quidditch players, too."
"Well, keep up the exercise, Ginny. There is no indication we are going to have any problem with your health. The larger baby, the boy, seems to be healthy and has a strong magical signature.
"The smaller baby seems to have a placenta attached to an unfortunate part of your womb. There is some scarring from previous pregnancies, and the placenta of the second baby is just smaller than we would like. She is growing, but just not thriving as well as we would like. We cannot tell why. Both her life force and magical force, things the witch imaged on parchment, are very much there but not strong. We would like Mrs. Potter back here monthly so we can continue to monitor her pregnancy.
"Ginny, Harry, you may have a strong but small baby girl who just needs some extra care to catch up, or we could be dealing with more serious problems. The only thing you can do right now is to take care of the health of the mother."
After many more questions, most of which did not have any answers, the Potters went back to England worried.
Thursday May fourth Arthur Baker sat in his office in the basement of Malfoy Manor looking at a parchment with a list of all the Magi on all the farms. He really needed to get all the Magi living on the farms registered with the Ministry, and doing so had turned into somewhat of a nightmare. Where individuals share a name they had all acquired the Malfoy surname, so you could not easily tell them apart. You could give them a middle name, or they could pick one, but changing a name at one time involved humiliating and in some cases evil ceremonies. Hermione had figured out a way to change the ceremony, but the ceremony was still more time consuming and awkward than he thought it should be.
Well, his youngest granddaughter and her husband were here. "Hello, Lucy and Bob. How are you?"
"I've been given the chance to study Arabic and Farsi, and report on the battles going on around the mountain of the Lord of the Dementors," Bob eagerly volunteered. "It is the kind of job I've always wanted. It is no place for a pregnant witch, though, so Lucy is going to be living with her parents. There is a two-bedroom suite of rooms with their own bath available, and that is going to be home base for us as long as I am spending most of my time traveling."
"How do you feel about that, Lucy," Arthur wondered.
"I am worried that it is going to be dangerous, but that is what he has always dreamed of doing, so I'm not going to stand in his way," Lucy replied. "I cannot say I'm thrilled, but I guess it is something I need to do to help Bob in his career. It is not like I have anything special I need to do.
"I'd rather live with my mother, and help her with her teaching and caring for small children, than live with Bob's parents, so that part is good enough, I guess."
Bob noticed an envelope on Arthur's desk addressed to Phyllis Baker. "Is that for Molly's grandmother Baker?" he wondered. "I've never met her."
"You can bring over her monthly allowance and meet her, if you want to," Arthur volunteered. "I would appreciate it, really. I'm rather busy here right now."
"You saw her sitting with grandfather at the weddings just before Christmas," Lucy reminded Bob.
"I saw her, but I didn't really meet her," Bob countered. "We can take the money to her."
Lucy looked unsure as Bob picked up the envelope, but didn't say anything else.
"I'm worried," Lucy told Bob as they walked towards the house where Phyllis lived. "She hates me, calls me 'the other one.' I've never heard her call me by my name."
Bob sighed. He knew that Lucy lacked self-confidence, and he thought that maybe being rejected by her grandmother had wounded her deeply. As they approached the door to Phyllis's house Lucy became even more upset.
Bob knew that all the houses on the little street were owned by Magi, with all the people related. They were all modest story and a half or two story homes. Few of them had a garage or any evidence of the owners possessing an automobile. The house Phyllis lived in was one of the smaller homes. It was noticeable by its total lack of decoration. There were no flowers or bushes marring the neatly trimmed lawn.
Bob knocked on the front door of the house, and eventually Phyllis opened it.
"I'm Bob Hudson, Lucy's husband," Bob started out. "I wanted to meet you. We have money for you."
"The other one," Phyllis sneered. "And you are letting yourself be abused by that ..."
"I'm LUCY, Lucy Weasley Hudson, NOT 'the other one,'" Lucy yelled, her long years of frustration over her treatment by her grandmother boiling over.
"And I'm Misses Baker, even if your grandfather is whoring around with that Malfoy bitch," Phyllis snapped as she grabbed the envelope containing the money. She took out her wand. "Curse you Lucy Weasley Hudson and that brat you are carrying and ..." Phyllis stared hard at Lucy and slammed the door.
Lucy collapsed.
Bob grabbed her and side along Apparated them to St. Mungo's.
"She's been cursed by her grandmother," Bob frantically told the witch at the reception desk. A healer appeared and levitated a moaning Lucy up to the ward where they took care of curses, a very worried Bob following.
"When did this happen?" the healer asked.
"Just now, Phyllis Baker took out her wand and cursed Lucy, my wife, Lucy Weasley Hudson, by name. She's been calling her 'the other one' for all her life, though. She is the youngest of two sisters, and her grandmother didn't want her to be born, I guess."
"Maternal or paternal grandmother?" the healer wondered.
"Maternal," Bob answered.
"Can you contact her mother?" the healer wondered. "She may have more of the story, and that may help us counteract the curse or curses."
Bob took out his magical/Muggle mobile and sent a text message to Audrey, knowing that because of magic that Hermione and others had developed text messages worked even when magic interfered with other ways of communicating.
Lucy is at St. Mungo's in the curse ward. Phyllis cursed her when we were delivering money to her, and they want to talk to you as soon as you can get here. Lucy is in pain and not in good shape. Bob Hudson
Audrey stopped what she was doing, made sure that the other person in the room could handle the children they were teaching, and then Apparated to St. Mungo's.
"I'm Audrey Baker Weasley," Audrey announced when she entered the ward. "Lucy is my daughter."
"I understand that your mother has always had a problem with your youngest daughter," the healer replied. "We are having a hard time evaluating the curses. It would be helpful to have more of the story. The more complete the better."
Audrey sighed a great big sigh, and started, "I think I need to tell you about Phyllis's parents. Her father 'took his pleasure' with, to, her mother any time he wanted to. I don't know if he physically abused Phyllis; she would never talk about what went on in that house. I know she was very careful to make sure I was never alone with my grandfather Butcher.
"My parent's marriage was loveless. Also about as sexless as you could get. I don't think they had relations after I was conceived, and I don't gather that what happened before was ... I don't know how to describe it but my father is nice and almost too patient. You would need to be to spend as many years living with Phyllis. He moved out this year, finally, and is living with Narcissa Malfoy and they seem to be very happy together, so it's my mother's fault.
"Somehow Phyllis thinks that the only reason to have sex is to have a child, and once you have had a child you should not want to have any more. A second child suggests voluntary sex. I know she was furious when I became pregnant with Lucy, and indicated that I did not need to let my husband abuse me. She tolerated Molly, our oldest, although no one in the family feels comfortable in that house. But she always called Lucy 'the other one' and either ignored her or was upset when she was around. It was rather awful."
"She finally called Lucy by her name, to curse her," Bob volunteered.
"She called Lucy by name to curse her?" Audrey gasped in horror.
The healer shook his head. "That is not good. And the baby too?"
"I think so," Bob replied. "When Lucy collapsed I was frantic. I took her side along and we came here as fast as I could get her here. Is she going to be all right? Is the baby?"
The healer shook his head to indicate that everything was not going well. "She's in labor. The potions and spells we use to stop premature labor don't always work when we are dealing with curse wounds, and at times can be dangerous. Right now we are only concerned with Lucy."
"Can you heal Lucy?" Audrey asked in horror.
"We can keep her from dying, I am rather sure. Fully healing deep family wounds like this can be a very long and difficult process," the healer let Audrey and Bob know.
"I will let the family know," Audrey told Bob. "You need to stay with your wife."
"She is your daughter," Bob objected.
"And she is your wife, and your baby, and you need to be with her!" Audrey insisted.
Bob stayed with Lucy as the healers worked with her, using spells and potions to counteract the curse wounds. Finally, one of the healers told Bob and Audrey, "We have cured the curse that caused Lucy to faint, but she is still in labor and we do not seem to be able to stop that."
"I feel awful," Lucy told her mother and husband as they came back into the room. "What is going on?"
"At least you are awake," Bob told Lucy, hugging her. "Your grandmother cursed you and the baby. It looks like you are recovering, though."
Bob did not know what to say about the baby, but his tortured expression was enough to indicate that everything was not going well. Her mother was hanging back, but by her expression Lucy could tell that everything was not good.
"The baby?" Lucy wondered, terrified that something was wrong.
"You are in labor, and they cannot stop it," Bob replied. He looked down at his feet, not knowing how to react. He went back to Lucy's side and held her hand and looked at her, trying to control his emotions.
Audrey stood next to Bob, almost in tears.
"But the baby, it's too soon!" Lucy objected. She felt down to her belly, where she could feel spasms. She really didn't feel good physically, and now the horror of what was happening was painted on her face.
"It is, and the healers don't know how to stop it," Bob said. "I'm sorry. I've asked them, and they say that the potions and spells that they give to cure the curse don't work very well if they also give you potions to stop the miscarriage, and it may be too late already. There is just nothing they can do."
Lucy's labor was not easy. Mother nature does many things late in pregnancy to prepare the body to deliver, and none of that had started. Late that evening Lucy delivered a tiny baby, which lived only a few minutes. It had been born way too early.
It was just harder seeing a tiny live baby die than suffering an early miscarriage where it was not quite so obvious that it was a baby. Both Lucy and Bob just bawled as they held the little body. Audrey came back just after the baby was born, watched the parents cry, and went in to hug them both, joining in the tears.
"I guess we need to give her a name, and then bury her," Lucy told Bob. "All children deserve names! She is NOT going to be just 'the miscarriage!" I'm not 'the other one' and she is not just 'the miscarriage!'"
"What do you want to name her. We really haven't talked about names," Bob wondered.
"I've always liked the name Caroline, and no one in the family has that name," Lucy suggested.
Friday morning at breakfast Ginny told Minerva, "You are staying with me today. Grandmum is busy."
Harry looked at Ginny, wondering what was going on.
"She is going to be spending time with Lucy and Audrey, and Bob, today," Ginny told Harry. "I suggested that it was better to comfort them than to be in trouble with you for cursing Phyllis."
"Aunt Lucy lost her baby?" Minerva confirmed.
"Yes," Ginny replied. "She is very sad. We all are, but she is especially sad and hurting."
"Do babies die very often?" Minerva wondered.
"It does happen, although not very often. Your Aunt Hermione lost a baby early in her first pregnancy, and it made her sad too," Ginny explained. "We do what we can, but we cannot stop all sad things from happening."
Minerva frowned, feeling very sorry for her Aunt Lucy.
Friday morning Harry met with Hermione, Arthur Weasley, and Hamilton Burger, the head Prosecutor. Hermione had Magi judges to handle most of the criminal and civil cases, with only a few that had to go before the Wizengamot for a formal trial. Ideally, if the crime was not too serious, they would come up with a plea deal, something better for everyone concerned.
"We are here to talk about Lucy and her baby," Hermione announced.
"Why did her baby die?" Harry wondered. "I heard there was some sort of altercation between Lucy and her grandmother, but did that cause the death of the baby?"
"That the curse caused Lucy to have to go to St. Mungo's may make it a matter for the prosecutor's office," Hamilton told the group. "As you know, we seldom are involved in jinx's or hex's unless there is real malice involved, and often only if there are repeated attacks. Curses are by definition much darker magic, and cursing someone is forbidden. We do need to confront Phyllis about cursing Lucy."
"What about the baby?" Harry asked.
"That is a problem," Hermione replied. "Magical law is reasonably clear that there is no baby for the first trimester, and that there is a person during the third trimester. But the dove that indicated a life doesn't just suddenly appear. It starts to appear sometime during the second trimester. Plus, the baby was born alive, so Phyllis's cursing the baby didn't exactly kill the baby."
Hamilton added, "That doesn't mean that Phyllis isn't guilty of something, or that we shouldn't accuse her of killing her great-granddaughter. It was a live baby that died. It is just that taking it to trial as murder is something I wouldn't want to do right now. Serious injury, maybe even manslaughter, but not murder."
"Has anyone here talked to Lucy?" Arthur wondered. "Molly was talking to Audrey last night, but I'm not sure Lucy is in much shape to be interrogated about what went on."
"Bob, her husband, could tell us what he knows," Hamilton suggested.
"Molly has been talking to Audrey," Arthur volunteered. "I will have her talk to Audrey and see if we can have Bob Hudson tell us what he knows, and then we can see if Lucy wants to come and talk to us."
"We ought to have the Domestic Affairs department interview them first," Hamilton told the group. "Domestic cases are handled differently. At one time it was hard to prosecute any case between family members. It is easier now, but still it can be difficult."
This was a case she needed to handle personally, Lavender Brown Blackburn thought, as Audrey Weasley and Bob Hudson came into her office.
"Welcome Audrey, Bob," she started. "How is Lucy?"
"Still recovering from the curse, and inconsolable over the loss of the baby," Bob replied. "Lucy has been fragile emotionally over her grandmother's hate, and this just made it much worse."
"I'm not sure the Ministry wants to try Phyllis and send her to Azkaban, but we just cannot ignore it either," Lavender told the pair. If they had a trial Lucy would be expected to testify, and this did not look like a good thing for Lucy to be asked to do.
"I've tried to keep in touch with her, visit her regularly," Audrey explained. "Phyllis's mother visits her as well. Lucy's sister Molly will occasionally go over alone, although she will not bring her family. My father takes her money every month, but I gather that is a painful visit. Other than those people I don't know anyone else who visits her. She goes out to shop once a week and talks to a couple of the shopkeepers."
"It sounds like she is almost under voluntary house arrest already," Lavender proposed.
"Talk to Arthur Baker about her," Audrey suggested. "He probably knows her better than anyone else."
Lavender walked into the modest size office in the basement of Malfoy Manor. It was a basement, under the main floor, but it was a high ceiling space with windows to the outside on the rear of the house, so it was not a dank and dark space. The top of the office walls were made of glass, letting in light, and the room seemed to have a mixture of magical and LED lights as well, but no candles. The office was the at this time rather common amalgamation of very modern, with the inevitable computer, and some parchments and quills.
"Welcome, Mrs. Blackburn," Arthur greeted Lavender.
"Call me Lavender, please," Lavender replied.
"Call me Arthur, then," Arthur Baker replied. "I gather this is not a social visit."
"It is not," Lavender agreed. "You have heard about the confrontation between Phyllis and Lucy?"
"Yes," Arthur replied. "Tragic! Phyllis has really gone too far this time. She was always hard to live with, but cursing Lucy and the baby is just evil."
"We do not want a trial," Lavender stated, "although we are more than prepared to threaten one. We do not think it would be good for Lucy, and it really doesn't make any sense in confining Phyllis in Azkaban. At the same time, she should suffer some punishment, and be restrained in some way for what she has done."
"She has almost put herself under house arrest," Arthur thought. "I guess you could make it formal, and make her have to order anything and have it delivered instead of her leaving the house. She could be forbidden from attending any family gatherings. She did come to some of them with me, although none since I left, but it is different if instead of not going you are told you cannot go."
"Should we let people visit her?" Lavender wondered.
"Publicize that she is under house arrest, but let certain people visit? I think that would be a good idea. Let her mother and me visit, and the delivery people for groceries, but no one else?
"There is one other thing I am tempted to do. We did examine our wedding documents. Despite having a daughter we never fully consummated our marriage. I could file for an annulment, and force her to go back to being Phyllis Butcher instead of Phyllis Baker."
"After she pleads guilty, so we can get a guilty plea," Lavender responded. "I'm going to offer the services of our mind healers, if she is willing."
"Please," Arthur replied. "I don't think she will accept, though. I tried to get her to counseling many times during our marriage, but she never would agree."
Sunday May seventh the family met for brunch. It was tempting to say they 'met as usual,' but it was hardly a normal meeting. Not after the news about Ginny and the news about Lucy.
Molly had been over to see her granddaughter Friday and Saturday, to exchange tears and hugs. She greeted both Bob and Lucy with her trademark hug Sunday morning, and held Lucy in her arms for an extra-long time, patting Lucy on her back and sharing tears.
Everybody had to give Lucy and Bob a hug and express their sympathy.
Lucy brought out a small parchment envelope. On it was written:
Caroline Weasley Hudson
Daughter
Born/died 5/4/2023
"When I die she is going to be buried with me, and her name is going to be on my tombstone or marker," Lucy sniffed, tears starting. Lucy looked at the little envelope with her daughter's remains, held them close to her chest, and started to weep. Bob held her close, as the rest of the family watched, and tried to comfort her.
Bob looked helplessly at his wife, put his arm around her, and tried to comfort her, not sure what to do.
"I feel so guilty for even suggesting we should visit that wicked woman," Bob told everyone, shame showing. "I had no idea she was that wicked."
"What she is, is very wounded by her childhood," Audrey tried to explain. "That is no excuse, no excuse at all, for not getting help, however. I have no sympathy for her this time, none at all, even if she gave birth to me. The BITCH!"
When Lucy was finally able to calm down she told the family, "I'm NOT 'the other one,' and she is NOT just 'the miscarriage.' She was a person, if just the very beginning of one, and I don't want her forgotten."
The family all indicated that they agreed with Lucy.
Eventually Lucy calmed down, and the family's attention turned to Ginny.
"How was your trip to Mayo Magical Medical?" Fleur asked Ginny. "It really is the best magical hospital in the world."
Ginny frowned, growled under her breath, and looked at Harry, indicating that he should tell the family.
"Not very satisfactory," Harry told the family. "Ginny is healthy. The healers were impressed, I think, that she climbs up and down the stairs at the Grimmauld Place townhouse several times a day. The, we think it is a boy, baby is also healthy. The healers cannot say the same about the, we think, girl baby. She is very small, and growing slowly. The healers want Ginny to carry her as long as she can to allow the baby to grow. They also say that her placenta is in an unfortunate place. I guess there is some scar tissue and it is not functioning as well as it should be. The healers cannot tell us if the baby is going to be small but otherwise fine, or if she has other problems. The ultrasound and magical imaging did not detect any obvious problems, but the healers are worried."
"What do you do now?" Fleur persisted.
"Go back every month until we get close to the end of the pregnancy," Harry replied. "Ginny may be on bed rest and under a healer's care towards the end to keep her labor from starting any sooner than necessary."
"Well, I'm enjoying this pregnancy," Audrey volunteered. "The middle three months really are the best. You are not so big, and," she looked longingly at Percy," I'm just enjoying this part of being pregnant."
Percy smiled an embarrassed smile, held Audrey's hand, and gave her a little kiss.
The rest of the witches that had become pregnant over Christmas agreed.
"It is just really tragic what happened to Lucy, though," Audrey added. "Percy and I will help Lucy and Bob all we can, but there is only so much we can do."
Lucy buried her head in Bob's chest, tears right at the surface.
"I'm having practice contractions," Rose indicated. "Nothing hard, and they do not last long, but my midwitch says that is what I should expect." She looked at what had become a rather large bump. "Walking has become a little more awkward. I'm certainly ready for this baby to be born."
"They come when they come, some early, some late," grandmother Molly volunteered.
"Even if you are standing in the middle of your drawing room," George laughed.
Angelina gave George a swat, frowned at him, and then grinned.
Ginny breathed a big sigh. She was never going to live down having Albus in the drawing room.
"Seven weeks until your due date?" Molly confirmed.
"Mine and the other witches who became pregnant October first," Rose replied.
Tuesday morning Lavender and Hamilton met with Harry and Arthur in Arthur's office at the Ministry.
"Phyllis has agreed to the house arrest," Hamilton told the gathering.
"She is adamant she does not need and will not go through any counseling, though," Lavender added. "It is really tragic.
"Arthur Baker is going over this afternoon to give Phyllis a Certificate of Annulment, showing that their marriage was never valid. This is probably the worse punishment she could receive, even if it is not a direct result of her cursing Lucy and the baby. Arthur has to take two witnesses. Audrey and her daughter Molly are going with Arthur, and I am going as well."
"How are our pregnant witches doing?" Minerva asked Cinnamon Appleleaf and Madam Swan.
"They are all healthy," Madam Swan replied.
"We have two problems," Cinnamon volunteered. "The witches are due June twenty-fourth, just after school is out. The babies may come early, however, and we have to be prepared. They are also going to be rather large and awkward the last few weeks, and we have to make some allowances.
"The other problem we have is with Mafalda. She still will not tell us who the father is, and we may never know who the father is. She wants to name the baby but then give it up for adoption. We are allowing her to stay here until after the baby is born. We are working on the adoption."
"Has it helped having the families visit?" Minerva wondered. "I know we have had more family visiting than normal for most of the pregnant witches."
Cinnamon replied. "It has helped, quite a bit. The pregnant witches need to know they will have help once they deliver.
"The only one who has not been to Hogwarts is Jackie Fagan, the Muggle mother-in-law of Annabella Bulstrode Fagan. She is still very intimidated by magic. I understand that Annabella has been meeting in Rose's sitting room and office at Malfoy Manor with Jackie. Rose knows how to have any snacks brought in instead of magically appearing, how not to intimidate Jackie. Rose also has a cross and a religious painting of some kind in the office, and I guess that has made a big difference with Jackie.
"I think this summer Rose is going to try and get everyone together again. Rose really enjoys entertaining, and we should take advantage of it."
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