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over and kissed Edward, then me.
    Edward smiled. I smiled, too.
    Then Jack plunged out through the swinging doors and hugged us both.
    â€œIt’s the middle of the night. How did you get here?” he asked.
    â€œIn a pumpkin coach,” said Angela, “drawn by six white horses.”
    â€œI believe it,” said Jack.
    â€œWe were walking. Tom picked us up,” I said.
    â€œSiren?” asked Jack.
    â€œLights!” said Edward happily.
    â€œYou know, I’m glad you’re here,” said Jack. “I usually don’t have much company when a baby is born.”
    â€œThere’s always me,” said Angela.
    â€œOh yes, there’s always Angela,” said Jack with a smile.
    A nurse opened the door.
    â€œJack?”
    â€œOops, have to go. Later!” said Jack.
    â€œSoon,” said Edward. “You’ll see us soon.”
    And as it turned out he was, Edward was, right again.
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    Edward was sleeping. I must have been sleeping, too, because all of a sudden there was a shadow over me. I opened my eyes. Angela. Jack stood beside her, the smallest thing in his arms, wrapped in a blanket.
    â€œEdward.”
    I whispered his name. But Edward sat up as if I had yelled to him.
    Jack sat down on the couch.
    â€œI think you know already who this is,” he said.
    The baby was dressed in white, a small white knitted hat on her head. Her?
    â€œSabine,” said Edward.
    â€œSabine,” said Jack.
    Edward smiled.
    â€œWe’ll buy her red poppies,” he said. “Sabine will love red poppies.”
    â€œI think it’s Edward who loves red poppies,” said Angela Garden.
    And when Jack handed Sabine to Edward my throat felt tight. I remembered that day when I was three years old and Maeve had put Edward into my arms. Edward touched Sabine’s face. And I didn’t realize until Angela Garden put her arms around me that I was crying.
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    Night is almost over when Jack drives us home from the hospital. After we have said good-bye to Maeve and Angela Garden. After Edward has hummed “O Canada” to Sabine many times. Once, during that time, she opens her eyes and looks at Edward. Her eyes remind me of Edward’s, not so blue as his, but as sharp and steady.
    Jack turns into our driveway and parks the car. Early light touches the water.
    And because Edward has asked for it, Jack walks down to the water. There is a whoosh of noise and a rocket shoots up above us all. A shower of sparks fills the sky. Fireworks. Sola, Wren and Will come running out of the house.
    â€œSabine is here!” calls Edward. “And she is more beautiful than any of us!”
    Chapter 11
    Sabine was noisy and funny. She liked music. Emmylou Harris excited her, and James Taylor. She waved her arms in a wild way when Carly Simon sang. She calmed, though, when Edward hummed “O Canada” to her. He hummed it softly and slowly, like a hymn. Sabine’s eyes widened when she saw Edward.
    â€œWhen will she smile?” asked Edward.
    â€œShe’s too young,” said Maeve. “But she’ll do it one day. Don’t worry.”
    â€œDo you think I could take a year off from school?” asked Edward very seriously. “So I could spend more time with her?”
    Maeve was just as serious.
    â€œNo, Edward. That’s not your job. Your job is to get educated. My job is to take care of Sabine.”
    â€œI like your job better,” said Edward.
    But it turned out that we all got more time with Sabine.
    There was a huge water leak at our school. It would take a month or more to repair the fallen ceilings, the walls, the buckled floors. And to repair the pipes.
    â€œA month more with Sabine,” said Edward happily. “We will have baseball games when we can,” he told her. “It’s warm enough during the day. Baseball,” he intoned loudly.
    â€œShe may be a baby, Edward. But she can hear you,” said Sola