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Date Posted: Fri, Feb 03 2006, 11:27am PST
Author: Ace Bergin
Subject: It's a good life if you don't weaken..

It was a dramatic entrance, to say the least, as the young woman and the parade of children that accompanied her marched into the cafe, fresh from a jaunt at the park, and what seemed like a 100 mile journey by way of little-red wagon for the three younger children and pulling-mom-along by the older, but they made it, in one piece, easily settled down and 'the mom' made her way to the counter to get hot chocolates and milk, respectively, as well as a chai latte for herself. Ace had long ago learned the art of juggling the four children -- Peter, her own six year old, who took life very seriously, which, fortunately for Ace, meant he took helping her very seriously with the younger children - Aislinn, a blonde cherub replica of her mother, long blonde hair, shoulderlength and curly on the girl, and waistlength and straight as a board on the mother, the same laughing blue eyes, and same delicate facial features, ringing in at the grand old age of three. Aislinn's partner-in-crime, a dark, sombre looking boy who looked nothing like the three former mentioned persons who didn't have much to say except for when Aislinn was talking to him, sat next to her in the booth, squeezed in beside her, while she dutifully held his hand. And last but not least, Sanka, the baby, in the borrowed high chair pushed into the end of the booth -- again, the child looked nothing like the rest of them, but she fit in, jabbering happily in childspeak while she waited for her surrogate mom to bring her something from the counter. Balancing a trayful of various beverages and cookies, the young mother, sporting a worn jean jacket with a zip up hoodie underneath, her long blonde hair pulled into a messy knot at the back of her head, and a pair of jeans which fit some hips that had well developed since the birth of her two children, seated herself next to Peter on the side of the booth opposite Zee and Aislinn, carrying on a conversation about the shaggy white dog that they had seen at the park and the possibility of convincing Gabe to add a dog to the craziness of the household. Ace was more or less for it.. she missed her Charlie, the large fawn great dane that had been her travelling companion for many a year and that had been laid to rest a few years earlier. Her life had then been taken up by children and keeping care of houses, and the intricacies of domesticity, and she hadn't had time to consider the possibility of a dog.

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