Yes, Isaac, this is me. Your birth mother. Miriam. I know, I know, you’re called Ian now. But to me, you’re my little Isaac, my son ... and this ..... this must be Leah. Sweet twins, both of you. I hated giving you up for adoption, but I’m at peace now about it. Don’t worry. I’m fine where I am.“I am here to let you know that this ... devotion to you is not any cause for embarrassment or anxiety. You are something special, even more than I realized when you were born. You are someone special. Ian. That left John and his stepmother alone. He had always known that Sylvia was beautiful. His friends at school constantly reminded him. She was only twenty years old when she married Griffith. He'd been an instructor in college, but not yet a professor. John had been three years old and his brother Craig was a year older. They didn't even remember their real mother. Sylvia was only forty years old now. And she was almost fanatical about staying in good shape. It seemed an obsession sometimes,. O I haven't completed this short story I started a week or two ago, but I would like some opinions none the less :) Merci Joanna gave me that little lopsided smile. “Great idea,” she said. “I don’t know how anyone could willingly choose a whole plate of rabbit food, but I couldn’t manage that huge steak on my own. Is that a bottle of wine? Surely we’re not old enough.”I followed Joanna’s glance. She was right, there was a small bottle of wine, a Californian rose according to the label. “I think they’re allowed to serve alcohol with food to over-eighteens,” I said. “Marcus is over eighteen, and I guess they never.