Two years later “Hey, Pa, where do we go from here?” Michael looked up at nine-year-old Frank’s question. After Catherine had given him his second chance, the two of them had decided to adopt the orphans she’d been keeping. And every day of the last two years, he had spent every minute making up to her for the time they had been apart. She would never again have cause to doubt him, and he reveled in the blessing of his family and home. “I think you’d best be asking your mother that question,” he said to Frank. “Catherine?” “It’s the big white house at the end of the street,” she said as she waddled up to them beside the train station. Michael grinned at the sight of her pregnant body. He’d missed seeing her carry Diana, but he was definitely enjoying her now. The way Catherine figured, they had two more months before the baby would join them. Just enough time to visit her parents with their passel of children in tow, and then make it back home in time for the little one’s birth.
