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Show in my father's house/ 139 arms, weeping with relief. "Is it safe?" they asked him, although no one really cared at that point. "It will have to be safe, won't it? The Lord will prepare a way for us, dear ones. I'm taking the twins back with me; Rachel and Elsa can follow in a couple of weeks. I want my family together again." My father examined the babies, did what he could for them, then slept for four hours. When he awoke, the mothers had packed and loaded both cars. We left Monterrey at dusk, and I was so happy that I didn't mind the burning in my stomach that my mother said was the beginning of dysentery. I stopped worrying about my baby brother and the other children who had been throwing up everything they ate. My father was with us, and I felt sure he could cure any sickness. Aunt Helga followed us, driving the Hudson. I remembered that she said that on their last return from Mexico, my father was sent to prison for 30 days because he broke parole. The jail was so crowded, they put him on Death Row. "Will they send you to jail when we go home, Daddy?" I asked. My father laughed, his gold teeth flashing in the dusk. "Not a chance, Princess. The Lord is on our side!" My mother smiled and snuggled against him. The baby slept on her lap. I L. •, ~ i "to myself, had the whole back of my father's station wagon and my parents A As we scaled the hills overlooking Monterrey, my father began |
