Excerpt of The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
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I sit for a while, doing nothing but wondering at being alone like this, wondering at the Prophet's visit, until Mother Sarah calls my name out in a weary cry, "Kyra Leigh, come on in. We"re going over to Mother Claire's place now."
"I"ll be back," I tell the tree, and the leaves rustle again with the wind.
I hear their voices as I get closer. I can hear the kids as they hurry to meet at Mother Claire's trailer. They laugh, someone whines, a young child cries out. Maybe one of the twins? I hurry to meet them.
Here are my brothers and sisters.
Here are my father's children.
Me, almost 14.
Marie and Ruth, 4.
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by Carol Lynch Williams. Copyright © 2009 by Carol Lynch Williams.
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