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       Prologue

      Ah, the joys of having two such beautiful, loving granddaughters. And the worries! Eugenia, my joyful Eugenia, is like a playful kitten. She gets into such mischief but always seems to land on her feet. It’s Sarah I worry about. So quiet, so elegant and so determined to shoulder the burdens of our small family. She’s only two years older than her sister but has been Eugenia’s champion and protector since the day those darling girls came to live with me.

      Now Sarah worries about me. I admit to a touch of arthritis and have one annoying bout of angina, but she insists on fussing over me like a mother hen. I’ve told her repeatedly I won’t have her putting her life on hold because of me, but she won’t listen. It’s time, I think, to take more direct action. I’m not quite certain at this point just what action, but something will come to me. It must.