Hearts, Minds and Souls.

the warm atmosphere and the aroma of seasoning steak, combined in one large whiff as she entered. "Rita? Rita?" she called out. Rita came out of the kitchen with an apron hung around her neck, weari

sometime, and returned to the kitchen. Becka went to her room. She placed baby Sandr

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them all into it, she thought, staring blankly at the ceiling. She knew the amount of money Harry and Rita had spent buying items in anticipation of her baby. Tears filled her eyes. Her Mom mustn't hear about the fact that she got pregnant and had a baby, if she did...well, Bec

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d. Little Sandra would soon awake and she would have to nurse her. She stood up and went to the kitchen. Rita was on the dining table eating silently when she entered. "Rita, I'm hungry. Is there anything for me to eat?" Becka asked, looking round the kitchen.

unable to take it any longer, " You've really changed. What's the matter?". Becka was now glaring at her. Rita didn't look up. "Nothing." she replied, nonetheless coldly. "You don't mean it, Rita! You've been grim and looking strangely at me since I've entered this house!" Becka said angrily. Rita looked up this time. She opened her mouth as if to

and Becka had been forced to tears because Rita insulted every bit of her that day. She didn't want that this time. "He's returning soon." Rita answered, her tone softer than the latter. Becka leaned on the fridge. "Rita...I don't want to eat pot

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rib, sat on the bed and nursed her. There was a kind of feeling Becka had whenever her baby suckled: the feeling of inadequacy. I'm a mother, the reality dawned on her. She was sure all her friends would be mocking her- she remembered when she used

s when she thought of how many changes she would ha