Angela had grown up to see her mother as the winged golden angel for whom she, herself, could have been named.Jacqueline's courage in her defence of h...r infant child was overwhelming.Angela had learned her mother's history over the course of their effective captivity. Laying together in the darkness of the kennels to which they were usually banished; whispering to each other. The spells he put on them, all the more brutal in the way in which they were made to appear happy to the outside world.. It was still early but dairy farmers never noticed early.Just then the back door was opened, and Walt and Barney came in.“Papa where have you been, I thought you were still in bed.”“Oh, good heavens no, Barney and I were out feeding the horses, stalls are clean, and we let the horses run this morning. Is that coffee ready yet cause I’m overdue for a cup?”Annie just stood there. Walt had been up and made coffee, was out working and had made arrangements with Spencer to hire a new farm hand and. " Casting a beady eye over us again, she sniffed in disdain but couldn't keep a smile of affection off her face. Despite her objections to the way MJay dressed, she'd accepted her son's wife and loved her like her own child. She kissed our daughter-in-law goodbye and then straightened up to kiss me. "Now Dan, you behave yourself and don't give Mary-Jayne a hard time, okay?" I nodded meekly and flashed my best puppy dog eyes at her. She sighed in exaggerated exasperation and left. I sat opposite. Bonnie shook her head in a tight, jerky motion. "You first," she insisted to her husband.Ward shrugged. He seemed tense as he flipped over a card. It was a six, and Myra became aware of beads of perspiration that glistened on his forehead.Ward looked steadily at Bonnie. "All yours, baby."As if she were in a trance, Bonnie extended her hand. She kept the face of her card concealed, shielding it with both hands while she peaked. Then she glanced at Myra."You... we..." Bonnie gulped. "Everybody.