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Maggie turned pleading
eyes to John. He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the young man’s
shoulder.
“Sit down, Master
Penn.”
“Stop kidding around,
John.”
“You know I never kid
about things like this.”
The boy paled as he
sank into a chair in the kitchen.
John took another
breath and cleared his throat. He sniffed and blinked before he spoke.
“There is news, son.
I’m afraid it isn’t good.”
“What the?” Penn rose
from his chair until John’s hand eased him back down.
“There was bad weather.
A storm. The plane went down before they could land on St. Thomas, somewhere
between Florida and the Caribbean.”
A gasp from the boy tore
at Maggie’s heart.
“I’m so sorry to say, no
one survived.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“No!”Penn leaped out of
his chair. “You’re lying!” The boy swung, but John sidestepped before the fist
connected with his jaw.
Penn pushed John out of
the way, stopped to stare at Maggie with wild eyes, then ran to his room.
Maggie started after
him, but John grabbed her arm.
“Let him go. He’s got
to come to terms with this.”
“But we can help.”
“Not this time.”
The intercom from the
lobby sounded. John answered.
“That’s Uncle Alfred.
He’s coming up.”
A tremble seized
Maggie. “He’ll take him. He’ll take Penn. We’ll lose our boy.”
John wrapped his arms
around her.
“Get a grip, my girl.
Get a grip. Penn will always be ours, no matter where he is.”
Alfred opened the door.
“Where’s Penn?”
“In his room,” Maggie
responded, straightening her dress.
He pulled a pen from
his breast pocket. “He’s got to sign some papers.”
“Please, Mr. Alfred.
The boy’s upset. He needs time.”
“There’ll be plenty of
time for that later. Right now, I’m taking custody.”
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