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Michel. The voice was very familiar. He opened the door to a man dressed in rags.
“Come in.” He ushered the man into the living room. Sophie looked up and immediately offered the man a drink and food. He stared at her, then at the children in the room.
“I bring you news.” Was his reply.
“You might want to sit down.” Sophie carefully sat down; her face had turned very pale.
“Your husband is still alive.” Sophie looked up in astonishment; the she gave a great sigh of joy. All the children remained still and quiet. The man thanked her for the hospitality then slowly started to remove his rags. Michel watched in trepidation then joy as the rags slowly dropped to reveal a gaunt, tired face he knew so well. Sophie remained seated, staring up as though he was a stranger. Michel moved as though in a dream towards him.
“Papa?”

Epilogue

Michel ran down the stairs as he heard his Maman’s voice. He skidded on the landing when he saw a bedroom door opening. When he saw the long black hair and shiny black eyes he loved, he glanced round then pulled her towards him and kissed her softly on the mouth. She melted into him and he regretfully pulled away.
“Hello Rachelle, I’ll see you later.” He heard sounds of vomiting issuing from the bedroom and called out.
“You just wait Sonia till you have a sweetheart, then we’ll see who’ll be the one laughing.” He ran into the kitchen, almost knocking his father over.
“Morning Michel. How did you sleep?”
“Very well thank you.” He gave his father a hug then went to Sophie and gave her a hug too.
“Morning Maman.”
“Hello Michel. Can you set the table?”
“Oh Maman, that’s a girls job.”
“So, you can do it too.”
He pulled a face. He had never been so happy in his life. The war was over and his father was back. The usual noises started in the house: Arnaud and Clara bickering, Laurent singing. All theses noises were home. A loud knock startled everybody. Michel rolled his eyes then got up good-naturedly to get it. He yanked open the door, then almost fell on his face. A blond young man and a radiant young woman stood before him, but only the man held his attention.
“Jonathan?”
“Hey Michel! I told you I would invite you to my wedding, I just didn’t say how!” With that they threw themselves into each other’s arms. They were crying, but tears of happiness and relief. As the family bowled out to see Jonathan, Michel realized that he had been wrong. Only now was his happiness complete. Imprint

Publication Date: 07-09-2012

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