And Andrea. The youngest sister, and arguably the one who had suffered the most because of Richard Thompson.
Julia had been to London half a dozen times since Andrea moved here with their mother. And every time she felt staggered by the joy she saw on her sister’s face.
Julia looked back at her mother and the Prince, who were now facing each other as the Archbishop blessed their marriage. George-Phillip took her hands and bent down as Adelina lifted up on her toes and the newly married couple slowly and lovingly kissed.
Tears ran down her face as the Archbishop called in a loud voice, “I give you their Royal Highnesses, the Duke and Duchess of Kent.”
Julia. Boston.
Like every other celebration, the wedding of Prince George-Phillip and his wife Adelina faded from memory. The couple now lived with Andrea at his townhouse in Belgrave Square, and after a few days of celebration each of Adelina’s daughters had returned to their own lives.
That meant Julia returned to Boston and her offices on Broadway in South Boston. She was there, preparing to convene a staff meeting, when her phone rang.
She stared dumbly at it for several seconds. The phone call was from United Methodist Family Services—the organization where she and Crank had applied to adopt. Fourteen months had passed since their home study with no word.
She scrambled. “Hello?”
“Julia? It’s Renee Hunt.”
“Yes?” Apprehension shot through Julia. She stood up, scanning the open work area and its fifteen employees. Crank was nowhere in sight. “What is it?”
She waved at her administrative assistant, then mouthed, Find Crank!
“Is Crank available?”
“Hold on, I’m not sure—wait, there he is. Hold on.” She waved at him. Crank’s eyes widened at her urgency, and he half jogged across the floor.
“What is it?” he whispered.
She put the phone on speaker, and said, “Renee, Crank is here. Now—what is it?”
On the other end of the line, Renee Hunt took a deep breath. Julia reached out and grabbed Crank’s hand and squeezed, probably too hard. Then she heard the words.
“Are you guys busy tomorrow? I have good news. We have a baby for you.”
Tears began to pour down Julia’s face. Happy, joyous tears. “No. We’ll cancel our plans, whatever they are.”
She threw her arms around her husband.
Rachel. Bethesda, Maryland.
Mommy told me Daddy lives inside the rock at the big green park. I met him a bunch, at least three times. But he’s dead inside the rock and can’t play. I get sad for Daddy locked in the rock. Did you know that dead means you can’t come out and play anymore? But Mommy says Daddy is with God and happy.
Maybe God plays with him. I’d be sad if I couldn’t come out and play.
Mommy said we only go see Daddy on Memory Day. That’s when everybody members their daddies and mommies if they don’t have one. We have a picture of Daddy at home. Sometimes the picture makes Mommy sad, except when it makes her smile. I’m glad Daddy’s happy with God. I wish I could meet him some day, and he could take me to the playground.
But now Mommy says I get to have another daddy for my birthday. When she kisses him she smiles. His beard is ticklish. That’s why it makes me giggle.
When I giggle and my second daddy laughs, it makes Mommy smile. I like when she smiles. She says having a second daddy is like having two scoops of ice cream.
My birthday is tomorrow, and I get my second daddy.
I love him.
So does Mommy.
END
Author's Note
When writing a work of political fiction, sometimes the parallels to real life are inescapable.
Ronald Reagan, Eugene Jackson, Henry Kissenger and Margaret Thatcher and Queen Elizabeth II are all known historical personages. However, their roles in this story are completely fictional.
The Wakhan Corridor largely missed the violence of the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, just as it has missed most of the violence of the current war in Afghanistan. However, the fighting has lasted 35 years, more than a generation--first with the Soviets, then the Taliban, and finally the United States. Much of the violence I described was typical, including massacres of civilians. There was no use of chemical weapons as described in this book.
Events in the Falkland Islands and the bombing of the Marine barracks in Beirut, Lebanon took place pretty much as I described them here. But virtually all of the details are left out.
Prince George-Phillip obviously does not exist. Some other members of the Royal family mentioned in this story, such as Princess Alexandra, do. However, everything described about the royal family is fiction.
I know little about the operations of the State Department's Diplomatic Security Service. Where I couldn't find the information on Google I just made it up.
This book took a lot of help along the way to complete. I'll probably forget some people but I especially want to thank Lori Sabin for your editing, and Sally Bouley for your extensive assistance reading through the book.
Thanks to my beta readers: Emma Corcoran, Kathy Baker, Dimitra Fleissner, Laura Wilson, Bryan James, Michelle Kannan, Sarah Griffen, Amy Burt, Jennifer Mirabelli, Stacey Grice, Kirsten Papi, Beth Suit, Rita Jenkins Post and Kelly Moorhouse. You guys looked at a lot of first draft material and have my everlasting gratitude.
As always, to Andrea Randall: thank you for everything along the way. You listen to my fears and frustrations and deal with my crazy insecurities even as we wind our personal and professional lives together. I thank God every day for having you in my life.
Girl of Rage
Copyright 2014 Charles Sheehan-Miles.
v09102014
Edited by Lori Sabin
Cover and interior design by Charles Sheehan-Miles, based on original line art by illustrator Kynata.
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Table of Contents
Books by Charles Sheehan-Miles
Dedication
Cast of Characters
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Epilogue
Author's Note
Copyright
Charles Sheehan-Miles, Girl of Vengeance
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