At her words, words of forgiveness from Rose, an honest and just woman, something broke inside of Wince. His tears began to flow. Age seemed to drift from his face like misty ghosts from a morning field. Katie lifted his chin and, holding back her own tears, looked into his eyes. Thank you, Wince.Eve placed her free hand on his shoulder. May we hold her now?Wince nodded and gently released the baby into the waiting arms of her sisters.You did the right thing, Wince. Rose gave Wince a hug. And you can help us bury her after Wilson and the Tar Ponds City Police see if they can find anybody to lay charges against after all this time.

~ Beatrice Rose Roberts

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There is an undeniable web connecting incidents such as the rise to power of dictators... poverty and the perception of human beings as disposable property.

~ Beatrice Rose Roberts

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Come out, come out, wherever you are... come out, come out, or you'll end up in the tar...

~ Beatrice Rose Roberts

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Well, we're originally from Glace Bay.Grandma Elsie's eyes glittered. She was looking at one of her own, a lost Cape Bretoner in need of help and offering a new story. Tell me all about it, dear.

~ Beatrice Rose Roberts

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It's like I'm dreaming of the imaginary friend Katie and I had when we were little. She'd been so real to us as kids. We each remembered Anna, that's what we'd called her, just like we remembered bits of our parents. But now, in this dreamscape of Paradise Lost, our imaginary third twin has all grown up.

~ Beatrice Rose Roberts

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