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It was a long black car; shiny, quiet and expensive. It pulled up to the front of the pleasant, beautifully landscaped home and stopped. The driver, much like a chauffeur, sat silent behind the wheel for a moment. Then he turned to the man seated in the rear.
“Shall I go get ’em?” he asked.
The man in the rear seat looked out at the home. He stared at its windows and its doors and at the greens and the flowers and the trees that surrounded the house.
For the briefest instant there seemed to be a yearning in his dark, brown eyes; as though he was longing for something he knew was behind the walls of the house, something he wanted desperately, something he knew he might never have. He spoke to the man at the wheel : “Yes, you can bring them out now.”
As the driver walked to the door, the expression of longing in the man’s eyes became one of loneliness, the kind that burrowed deep into his heart. The man sat there, silently.
Eddie Fisher took a deep breath. It wouldn’t do for the kids to catch him in a mood like this. Kids can tell. Leave it to kids.
The door to the house opened suddenly. Carrie Fisher, her bright, brown hair bouncing in the sun, fled down the lawn, her heart ten steps ahead of her.
“Daddy! Daddy!” she shrieked. “Oh, Todd, it’s Daddy! Come, hurry!”
And then came Todd, helter-skelter. His joy was as loud as his sister’s, though he was all of three years younger.
They climbed into the car and then climbed all over their father. They kissed him and
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