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Sorrow is a fertile field It was one of those streets. You could find it's like in any city in China. No matter where you went there it would be. A narrow ribbon that stretched between the larger roads that girded the blocks of apartments and street level shops crowding the borders of concrete and pavement. Capillaries of minor commerce surrounded by the overhanging buildings that hunched against each other with even narrower alleys snaking through them every few buildings. The shops that crowded the street level had no pattern that could be recognized. A fruit vendor sat next to a dealer in houseplants and flowers. A tiny cubicle across the street had a woman of indeterminate age that hunched over an ancient sewing machine waiting for someone to bring her some piecework. A small grocery with overflowing bins of vegetables and fruits with the butchers hawking pork and chicken in the back. Noodle shops and other restaurants crowded into tiny open shops barely larger than a good sized shed. Hair salons, tobacco shops, massage shops and even the occasional store dealing in sex toys were not hard to find. Recorded advertisements blared from battery powered bullhorns playing announcements of whatever the shop owner chose to place on special that day. The man walking down the street had bought some mutton skewers on his way home from a bbq vendor that sold them out of a cooler and cooked them beside the street over a long charcoal grill. Like all the others that he competed with across the city, he fanned the grill with an old smoke stained hand fan to keep the coals glowing between sales and to wave the smoke away to drift along the street and advertise by filling noses with its savory aroma and making mouths water from it. It was late, but not too late. A casual visitor would see easily a couple of hundred people making their way up and down the street at any given time for a couple more hours at least. These streets were always crowded this way. Especially at night. This time of day with the bulk of the workday over, the street was a flood of humanity. The man had soon found out after coming to China, that the people there were constantly outside for hours each day. He would see groups of older men and women throughout the day caring for small grandchildren, performing synchronized dancing or sitting and talking or doing tai chi in the many small parks that clustered throughout the urban maze. In the evening though, the streets filled with those who were otherwise occupied during the daytime. Children of all age groups ran and played the games that children invent and quickly abandon. Older students in blue and white school uniforms walked in small groups, sometimes chattering in a mixture of Chinese and English. Couples were walking, the woman reaching out with one hand to take the man by the arm; some carrying an infant in a body harness or pushing a loaded stroller. People walking dogs and calling them back when they ventured too far ahead. Women of all ages strolled together arm in arm or holding hands; an expression of friendship that was common here. Older people in small groups strolling slowly with no need to hurry as they did so. Both electric and pedal bicycles weaved their way slowly through the crowd. Some loaded with packages or big water bottles slung from the rack mounted on the sides. Others with just passengers, the owner using his vehicle as a taxi to zip travelers short distances for about 5 kwai. Occasionally a car or small truck would make its way down the street for a delivery and would block everything because there was barely enough room for it to pass down the street. When it stopped there would be a growing clot of people that would mill until the truck could go no further and then the people would stream around it until the crowd thinned enough for the driver to move forward another few feet and repeat. The man made his way past an older woman with a brightly colored headscarf selling walnuts, peanuts and other nuts out of a wide flat wooden push cart. He'd bought some nuts from her before but he felt no urge to get any today. The grilled mutton steamed in the tightly closed bag he held in his left hand as he made his way through the crowd. He was almost home and he would eat it there. It was considered bad manners to walk down the street and eat here and he tried not to look like an ignorant foreigner too much when he went out. He paused in front of the shop where he usually got fruit on the way home and considered getting some bananas. He was eyeing the cut bunches hanging from hooks on a board in front of the small table crowded with thick slices and half moons of watermelon wrapped in plastic. Most of them were too green for his taste and he was about to reach for a good sized chunk of watermelon when he heard a woman say hello to him. He turned toward the woman who spoke and saw her standing next to another woman a couple of years older than her. "And hello to you," he said back to her as he quickly looked both of them over. It was just habit, he wasn't really interested in being with them. "I know that you don't know us, but we were wondering if you could help us?" she asked. "That depends," he answered, "I don't know what it is you want yet." People did not really talk to him when he was out on the streets. He knew it was a deceptive feeling when he felt alienated from time to time. Unreasonable as well, since even if he were in a city back home he would have just as much contact with other people there. But it was more noticeable to him here when even the casual speech of day to day activities was glaringly absent. In fact it was a rare event for him to even be spoken to and when it happened he was glad of the chance, even if it was nothing more than an attempted shakedown. He knew that more people would speak to him if they could overcome their hesitation over their lack of proficiency in English, but again that still did not overcome the feeling of isolation that he had as he made his way about his business. "We're supposed to meet a friend here, but he sent us a message that he has been delayed and won't be back until tomorrow. We don't have very much money and we can't get a hotel. We were wondering if you would let us stay with you tonight?" The first thought he had was this was a set up for robbery. Find a gullible man and wave a couple of pretty women at him with a damsel in distress story between them and them rob him after everyone was sleeping. The second thought was it could be a set up for extortion. Only after those thoughts had passed did it occur to him that they could be telling him the truth. He nodded to the shopkeeper and handed him the watermelon section he had chosen and reached into his wallet. Before he put it back he took out two hundreds and passed them over to the woman. "There's a hotel at the end of the street, about a block to the left. It's pretty cheap so that should take care of it." The man turned to walk away. The woman reached for his arm and looked at him. He stared back into her eyes, the words he was going to say stillborn in his mouth. She had lovely eyes, dark like ebon pools that drank in the light and shone back like a child's laughter. "Thank you, she said, you didn't have to but you did." He looked a moment in her eyes and started to watch her turn away to go. "Wait" he said, not really knowing why he was doing this. I have an extra room you can have for the night. Why don't you get some food and you can have something to eat before you go in the morning." The woman smiled back to him and nodded softly. As the two women sifted through the vegetable markets offerings he talked with the older woman. Her friend stayed silent throughout the conversation so he took it to mean that either she didn't want to speak or she didn't know enough of the language to do so. It had been almost four months since someone had just spoken to him outside of work he told her. She laughed and said that couldn't possibly be the case and that someone should have at least said hello to him. Against his better judgment, he told her more about himself than he had told people he worked with for the last four years. After dinner he took them to his room and showed them the big bed. "You both can sleep here, he said. I'll take the other room. The younger woman who had not spoken smiled at him and went into the room. The man went into the living room and turned on a DVD, lit a cigarette and started watching. After a few minutes the older woman came in and sat down on the couch with him. He picked up the remote and turned on the Chinese subtitles for the DVD. When they were talking in the vegetable market she had told him she used the English name Miranda and he had laughed a little and told her that he thought that Miranda was a Spanish name. Miranda started to look a little confused but he told her not to bother since plenty of people back home were named that. He told her his name was John Hammond and that he had lived here for over five years. She asked him why he had changed his mind and let them stay rather than go to the hotel he had pointed them to. John hesitated a moment and decided to be completely open with her. "To be honest I was going to do just that. he said. The first couple of thoughts I had were that you were both going to do something dishonest but when you turned to go I decided that I'd rather take the chance and have some company for the night." She looked at him. "Most people would think that, she said. That we are going to rob you or do something bad to you. That's why we asked you since we thought we would have a better chance of getting help from a foreigner than someone else here." "Well I'm glad I did change my mind" Jon said and Miranda looked around the room a moment asked him why he didn't have a girlfriend, since most foreigners she saw did. She said she didn't think he did since he had let them stay here, but she didn't want for her and her sister to cause him trouble by being here. John said no that he didn't have a girlfriend now and curiosity getting the better of him he asked Miranda if her sister had an English name. Miranda giggled a bit and told her that she used the name Tess since she liked that name from a book she read years ago. She asked him if he thought that he would get back together with his girlfriend again and he shook his head no. He told her that he had broken up with her months ago and that he didn't think he would be trying again for a long time. Miranda asked him if he wanted to love someone and for a moment he hesitated answering her. Then the disregard that had colored all of his decisions so far spurred him to answer her. He told her that he had loved someone, loved them deeply and completely. But she had died years ago and her shadow had hung over every relationship since. In the end, after his last relationship ended he told her that he finally admitted to himself that he could not have another relationship and there was no room for the ghost of one in all of the ones that had failed since that one ended. The film finally ended and John thanked Miranda for listening to him and went into the other bedroom. He locked the door behind him. Just because he was disregarding so much of when his inner voice told him this could be a bad idea, it didn't mean that he would do so completely. Besides when you come down to it there just wasn't that much for them to steal if that was their inclination and with the thick door locked he figured that there would be little chance of more than a night's sleep taking place here. But just in case he put a six inch clasp knife under the pillow pretty sure that it would not be needed and lay down to sleep. Somehow, even in sleep he recognized the sound of the door opening and quietly closing. It had been a long time since he had woken that completely aware of his surroundings. His hand reached for and found the folded knife and started to silently open it. "Shh, it's just me," said Miranda in a hushed voice. John leaned up slightly on the bed keeping his hand on the knife. He moved his feet against the wall beside the bed in case he needed to push himself off. The light filtering through the curtains cast a hazy light into the room that left everything half cloaked in shadow. She was wearing the red and white silk robe that he had bought last year and as he watched she let it slip from her shoulders and pool around her feet. Her face was still cast in shadow framed by her shoulder length hair but the dim light fell on and illuminated her bared breasts and naked thighs. "Shh," she said again and came closer letting the robe trail from her wrists behind her. She was almost to the bed now. John looked up and still could not see her face in the shadows and gloom. "No," he said quietly. "Go back to the other room." "I can't, she answered. Not while you need this. I know you do and you know it too even though you won't admit it." "I don't want you to think you have to do this to pay me for staying here. I don't want that no matter what you might think Miranda. Now please go back to the other room." He meant to turn away, but he could not move no matter how much he knew he should. She came closer until he could feel to vibration of the blood coursing beneath her skin and the faint heat of her flesh inches away from him. "I know you don't want to have sex with me John," she said. "That's not the kind of man you are. We might do that and we could enjoy each other tonight, but that is not what you really want is it?" John's breath started to catch in his throat. Somehow she still managed to come closer to him and still not touch him. "I can feel your loneliness," she said. "It's like waves on the seashore crashing on and around me. I can feel the pain of your loss as well. You came here to get away from it, but you can't do that while its nesting inside you." Her voice was enveloping him now and the rest of the room fell away into a shadow that she was still half clothed by. "It's an open wound even after so long. You told me earlier but what you said is not enough to describe what I feel from you. It never healed and it ripples out from you in waves and holds you like amber." He felt a hot tear roll unbidden across his cheek and nodded in the darkness. "There's more though, she said brushing her palm alongside his face in the darkness. You gave up inside after that too. You died with her; even if your body walks and moves and speaks still." John suppressed a sob that hearing the truth from another's lips wrenched out of him. He felt her other hand reaching for him. "That's why nothing had a chance since then isn't it? Without her there was nothing left for you to give. It wasn't her ghost haunting you since then, it's yours." He felt her hands gently resting on his face, cupping he cheeks. The tears that had begun were flowing over them now. "Without her there was nothing left, even for yourself and now you're so tired. So very tired." All he could feel now was her hands against him as she pushed him back against the mattress. He felt her lips moving close to his ear. "You're tired of what you are now and you want to start over. That's why you came here, but we both know it hasn't worked," He felt her breasts brushing against his chest as she straddled him and leaned in close. "I know you don't want to be with any other woman." Her voice filled his awareness. "You want to be the woman now, because you know completely there is nothing left for you as a man." He froze hearing the thought spoken aloud. "I can give it to you, Miranda whispered to him. I couldn't have come in here otherwise. Just say yes and its yours. Say yes and tonight you will be the woman and when we leave you will have this gift always for what you are. A good person who needs what we can give." Her lips moved millimeters from his. "Just say yes," she said. He felt her hair falling around them covering both of them in a silken tent and somehow in the darkness he could see her eyes lock with his own. "Yes" he said and her lips pressed full on his. John didn't know how long she kissed him. He felt her lips on his, felt her kisses brush his ear as she nibbled on it. He felt her hot sweet breath on his neck. and when she kissed him felt her tongue slipping into his mouth. Such a simple thing but he'd never thought to do it. He opened his mouth and was kissed as a woman feeling her lover's tongue dancing with hers. She rested on him as they kissed over and over, tongues moving in exploration. He felt one of her hands caress him down his body and slowly move his leg to one side. The hand moved sensually up his body and lingered cupping his right nipple and then slowly began stroking it, teasing it between thumb and forefinger. Her lips left his and hovered over the nipple her fingers had been so gently tweaking. She cupped it while her lips took it in her mouth to gently roll it between her teeth and tease it with her tongue. Her left hand moved down his body and moved his other leg apart. Somehow, he didn't know when she had moved between his legs and was no longer straddling him. His cock raged between them harder than he had been in so long he thought the skin would split apart from the pressure. He had not felt that is so long he almost thought it could not happen again. He felt Miranda's pubic hair against the base of it as her hand moved downward from teasing his nipple. He felt her rise up slightly as she moved it so it could enter her. She slid onto him slowly until he was completely enveloped by her. He felt Miranda begin to rise up until she was almost upright. She moved her hands from his nipples until they were resting on his legs. He felt her ease his legs apart a little wider and raise them until they rested wrapped around her hips. She leaned into him and began to thrust against him slowly her lips found his in the darkness and he felt her tongue probing him again. Her arms moved beneath his forcing them up to clasp her and run his hands on her back as she began thrusting against him a little faster. "Miranda" he said softly as he began to moan, each one coming quick on the heels of the other. The longer she went and the fast the movement became the more often and louder he heard his moans spill from his lips. His deeper voice created the sound but they were the pattern of a woman enjoying her lover. Faster and harder Miranda thrust against him. Even though it was not as comfortable he raised his thighs higher and wider pulling her thrusting hips closer to him. His nails scrabbled on her back as he reached orgasm his voice gasping out as a woman's appreciation. John lay there with his legs spread gasping. Miranda lay still against him for a moment. He felt her start to move away from him and he reached out to keep her from going. "No, she whispered against his ear. I've done my part. Tess will take you the rest to the way now." John nodded weakly as he felt her rise from him. He had no idea of when he had slid out of her but all he could feel now was an aching emptiness. If Tess was going to fill it he would not say no. He felt Tess move into the bed with him. She was shorter than Miranda but her breasts were larger and rested softly on his still heaving chest. She settled between his legs and kissed him hungrily, her tongue darting into his mouth. John's breath began to quicken again and he felt her against him and moved his legs a little wider apart. She took his hand and led it downward until he felt her erect penis cupped in his hand. Her hand left his and roamed up his body to circle in lazy loops around his nipple with her fingers. John began to slowly pump her shaft with languid strokes. He felt it swell larger in his hand. Tess leaned in to kiss him. "Put me inside you" she said in a soft breathy whisper. John pulled her toward him and felt the engorged head brush against the outer lips of his labia. He was wetter and more ready than he thought as he guided her slowly inside of him. When Tess was better than halfway in he moved his hand away from her and reached for her ass with both hands. Feeling the hands behind her Tess thrust deep inside of John and he gasped again. Tess settled into a steady rhythm that brought John back to his peak earlier than he expected. His high pitched moans came easily it seemed. And he was finding it easier to wrap his legs around her the longer she was inside of him. Each thrust inside multiplied against him and he moaned louder and gripped Tess tighter and she pounded inside of him. When he felt Tess flood into him finally she pull her tight against her and locked her legs around her. "Stay inside of me," she whispered greedily to Tess. "I want to feel you get hard inside of me." John crossed her ankles around Tess so she would not slip out of her. She drew her close feeling Tess's breasts softly mash against her chest and opened her mouth it invite her kiss. Before long she could feel Tess rising inside of her. Tess started to pull out a bit but John pulled her firmly against her. "Not yet, she whispered high and softly to him. "I want you good and hard before you slide out of me." Tess murmured agreement and began to slide in and out extremely slowly, just enough to incite a full erection. John felt Tess finally slide out of her. She rolled over on her hands and knees and presented her empty aching pussy to Tess. She felt Tess's hands on her ass as she guided her cock into her. Tess's hands pulled her hips back against her hard and John yelped at the pleasure she felt from the change of angle. Tess felt John's hips flare a little wider and her pussy open a little deeper. She pulled the gasping woman back hard on her cock and felt her gasp as Tess slipped deeper inside of her. John leaned down her face laying to one side of the bed. "Touch my nipples," she begged Tess. Tess changed her angle, leaned over and reached around to cup John's nipples rolling them between her fingers until John collapsed into one long breathless moan. John felt Tess splash deeper inside of her than she felt before. She fell forward and felt Tess move with her to lie on top of her with her softening cock still inside of John. She lie there with Tess for a long time in the darkness. She felt Tess's breasts against her and felt her desire start to build again. They stroked each other, fingertips hovering over skin lightly moving. John leaned in to Tess and whispered that she needed to feel her cock inside her again. John slowly moved down Tess's body until she was hunched over Tess's half erect cock. She leaned down and took it into her mouth enjoying the feel of it swelling. When is stretched her mouth with its full size she slowly rose from it and gave the head a final kiss before leaning back. She didn't want to finish Tess in her mouth this time. John spread her legs slightly and felt Tess sink slowly into her again. As she slowly rode her she brought Tess's hands up to her breasts. They were aching to be touched. To be kneaded by eager hands and kissed by Tess's lips. She leaned over and pulled Tess to them as she slowly rode Tess's cock. For a little while it seemed Tess had to strain to reach them but it must have been her imagination because now Tess had no trouble fondling them as they swung above her own breasts. Tess cupped John's breasts rubbing her nipples with her thumbs. John slowed down her riding for a few minutes so Tess could put both of her nipples in her mouth and suck them. Tess's tongue danced from one to the other while John rode her. As John felt the heat building she leaned back and placed Tess's hands on her hips to guide John while she cupped her own breasts and began screaming in her biggest climax of the night. It seemed for John it would not end but the waves of her orgasm began crashing with lesser intensity. As her gasping slowed into more sedate breathing she pulled Tess closer for a deep thankful kiss. Her wandering hands flowed down Tess's body to stroke her penis again but they only found Tess's wet slit. John sighed and felt Tess's tongue in her mouth for a goodnight kiss and it was over. She felt Tess move the pillow underneath her hips and cover her with the blanket before she rose to leave the room. John's arm moved under the pillow and she felt the folded clasp knife there and realized that she had forgotten why she put it there. It didn't seem important now so she pushed it over to the bedside table and fell into sleep. The sun washing over her eyes woke her sometime in mid morning. She didn't know how much sleep she had gotten but it didn't matter. It was a Saturday for one thing and for another she could still feel the lingering effects of last night's lovemaking filling her with the most wonderful twinges that it made her regret for a moment that it was morning now. Her red and white robe was still on the floor so she picked it up and shook off any dust that clung to it before pulling it on and leaving her room. The house was still quiet so Miranda and Tess were probably still sleeping. She slipped on her house shoes to escape the cold tile and started to the kitchen. As she passed the bathroom she felt a roiling, lurching sensation in the pit of her stomach and had barely enough time to think not again and dash to hang over the porcelain bowl before heaving whatever was in there out. She had just finished spitting to clear the nasty taste from her mouth when she heard Miranda call for her. "Are you ok Rachelle?" she asked sounding more than a little concerned. Rachelle pulled her hair out of her eyes thankful it had escaped the deluge of vomit. "I'll be fine Miranda," she answered, "just as soon as I get this taste out of my mouth." She flushed the toilet and reached for some mouthwash before gargling a full minute. Even then she was sure she could feel the lingering sour taste. But now she was really hungry so that didn't matter right now. Tess got up a little while after she had finished first breakfast and was starting to cook second. She walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around Rachelle before giving her a quick kiss good morning. After they took their time eating Rachelle went to lay down on the couch. She had two more bouts with morning sickness before it settled down sometime late in the afternoon. She was still wearing nothing but the silk robe that she had put on when she got up. After watching a little more of the DVD she started watching with Miranda the night before she rolled off the couch and took a deep breath before trying to stand up. Miranda came over just as she was starting to get up and insisted on helping her. Rachelle didn't mind since even at three months along she was much bigger than she expected to be. She made her way back into the bedroom and pulled out the box of clothes she kept there. Why she was keeping them in a box nagged at her for a moment before she dismissed it as unimportant and started rummaging through them to find something she could wear. She knew what she wanted to wear. She had a tube dress with a jacket in a jaguar print that she always meant to wear but for some reason hadn't done so. She managed to get it on and was about to call Miranda in to help her zip it up when she realized that as much as she was showing there was no way she would be wearing this today. Tess popped her head in the room to check on her and saw her in the stretched dress and started giggling before bowing out of the room. "I want to see you when it's your turn for this," Rachelle shouted at the retreating woman. Miranda, drawn by the commotion came in and saw her struggling to shuck the dress off. Somehow it seemed to be tighter than when she put it on. "I guess I'm not wearing this today am I?" Miranda gave her a sympathetic smile. "Not today, but hang on to it. You'll be in it soon enough." Miranda helped peel her out if the dress and helped her rummage around in the box of clothes until she found some sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt from USC. Rachelle looked at herself in the mirror before leaving the room and saw the gamecock design on the front of the shirt was still loosely centered around her swollen belly but not enough to worry about right now. Tess and Miranda helped her make her way down the stairs. It was slow going and not for the first time Rachelle wondered why she had chosen a great kitchen over an elevator when she rented this place. But even with all the stairs it didn't take long to get to the ground floor and out the building. She was glad Tess and Miranda were with her for this, she wasn't sure that she would have done half as well without them. Not surprisingly when they got out on the street she had a lot of people giving her discrete stares. Even in this city a Lauwei attracted some attention, usually from small children, but a pregnant Lauwei seemed to draw all sorts of attention. Nothing bad though. When the three of them got onto the nearby subway to go to Central Walk she had no problem getting a seat and she was pretty sure she saw a couple of interested sideways looks from some of the men around them. When they got there both Tess and Miranda took her by the hand as they walked. She knew that it was common enough here so anyone looking at them was more interested in the uncommon sight of a pregnant Lauwei than anything else. She had to sit a lot as they made their way around the mall. The girls were pretty understanding about it even if it did cut down on their window shopping time. Just before Rachelle was going to suggest that they should start looking for something for dinner since she was starting to get really hungry despite the steady stream of snacks she kept eating as they moved around the mall, Miranda waved her over and suggested that they get her something else to wear at the next store first. Rachelle was about to ask her why when she felt a draft on her belly and realized that her shirt was starting to ride up a bit. It was a little embarrassing for her and she knew she probably should have chosen a bigger shirt today but it turned out ok. Tess and Miranda were pretty understanding about it, but then they usually were. They helped her pick up a few outfits at a maternity store as well as a couple new bras since that was what they had come here for. Rachelle knew that but it had slipped her mind somehow with everything else going on. She was very grateful for the extra support it gave and wondered why she had waited so long to get them. After all she knew none of the bras in the box at home would fit her by now. She put it down to pregnancy brain and suggested that they find a hot pot for dinner. She had to stop at each landing to catch her breath when they were climbing the stairs up to the apartment that evening. Eventually they reached the right floor and Rachelle lurched onto the couch to rest. Miranda and Tess just let her rest and kept her company bringing her snacks and drinks when she needed them. Every once in a while they would help lever her out of the couch to go to the toilet when one of the twins decided to use her bladder for a football which seemed to be all the time by her reckoning. When she decided to call it a night it took her a while to get comfortable since she couldn't lie on her back and if she didn't normally sleep on her side most of the time she probably would have been more uncomfortable than she was. Just before she was about to drift off she thought that maybe she needed to call in to work since she was due Sunday, but then she remembered that there was a holiday next week anyway and it didn't matter. The next morning Rachelle didn't feel like going out, but Tess and Miranda didn't seem to mind. As big as she was, Rachelle was grateful that they were there, especially when they would rub her with lotion to tone down the angry red of all the stretch marks zigzagging across her enormous belly. She lay down for a nap and woke up when the first contraction lanced her out of sleep. Miranda and Tess were beside her at once and she didn't know how she would have gotten through it without them. The labor was exquisite agony and seemed to go on forever. She heard Miranda telling her to bear down and in her haze of pain heard first one baby crying and then not long after another. She didn't know how long she was asleep but when she awoke she still felt completely knackered, Miranda asked her if she remembered them waking her up to nurse the girls, but Rachelle told them she was still too out of it and didn't remember it. Miranda told her not to worry about it since she and Tess were there to make sure everything was all right. She asked Rachelle if she felt up to nursing again. Rachelle had Tess help her to the living room so she could be more comfortable while she was nursing. "Did you choose names already?" Miranda asked as she handed one of the girls to her. Rachelle settled her into place and waited until her daughter had begun sucking greedily from her. "Of course I have Miranda. This is Nina and her sister is Marie. You remember, I said I wanted to name them after my great grandmother." Miranda shook her head and cuddled Marie against her while she waited for her sister to finish. "I don't know where my brain is Rachelle," she said. "I should have remembered that." Rachelle let Nina finish a few more minute before swapping her out for Marie while Miranda burped Nina. "Don't let it bother you," she told her focusing on Marie, "it's not that big a deal." Rachelle was really glad that it was a long holiday even with all of the fireworks going off like rolling thunder each night. With all of the commotion outside sometimes it seemed fairly quiet compared to the tornado that Nina and Marie could create on a daily basis. On Thursday evening the girls begged her so earnestly to stay up and watch all of the fireworks go off that Rachelle couldn't help but give in and the five of them hustled them out into the streets below to watch the river of flashes exploding overhead. The girls were still too young to do more than look but she could tell her girls were loving the commotion. As they walked down the street they would demand that the three women hold their hands and let them swing so Rachelle, Miranda and Tess laughed and swung them back and forth as they walked down the flashing streets. Rachelle looked at her daughters with their blue eyes and silky black hair and was happy. About halfway into the holiday Rachelle was sitting at the table looking down at a half a cup of coffee. "You ok mom?" She turned and saw Marie standing in the door. Rachelle looked at her for a moment and remembered that she was talking with Miranda the night before about taking the girls to finally get them the training bras that it was clear that they needed now. "I'm fine sweetie," she said. "Can you get Miranda for me?" "Sure," Marie chirped and ran into the next room. "Miranda!" she heard her daughter thunder, "Mom wants to talk to you." Miranda came in a few minutes later. Rachelle asked her to sit and poured her a coffee. They both drank for a few minutes without saying anything, Miranda knew that when she was ready they would talk. Rachelle put her cup down on the table and smiled at Miranda. "I remembered John this morning Miranda." Miranda didn't say anything, she just kept sipping from her coffee. "I woke up this morning, I walked into the bathroom and I looked in the mirror. I looked at the woman I am in that mirror and I remembered John. I remembered him and the pain and for the first time in so long it didn't tear at me anymore. I looked in that mirror and I remembered that the box of clothes I have were just things my ex-girlfriends couldn't be bothered to take with them when they left. I remembered Nina and Marie are just a couple of weeks old even if they are fifteen to everyone else. I remember everything we've done the past two weeks and I can't remember what it felt to feel this much at peace with myself." She leaned over and held Miranda to her with her tears flowing over them both. "I just needed to tell you I remembered and to thank you for this." Miranda held Rachelle until the tears slowed and stopped. She looked at Rachelle and smiled. "Tess and I were wondering how long before you remembered," she said quietly. "We knew it would be soon but it also means we have to leave now, as much as we would like to stay." She took Rachelle's hand in hers and looked into Rachelle's eyes. "We chose you because we had to. Of all of the people around us you were the friend we needed for this. And we were what you needed to be whole again. When we saw you on the street we were drawn to you even as your pain made us want to run away. We felt you and Tess and I knew it was finally our time to make another like us. To bring life from sorrow." "You know we are not human, at least not quite the same anyway. The girls are like us. There are always twins and for this short time we live a lifetime together. That's part of what gave you the distance you needed while the part of you that was John was sleeping. It let you finally heal and become whole again." Rachelle nodded quietly to her friend. "I know, I remember it still but there's a distance now like you said. And I love the girls too, even if these years have only been a couple of weeks." "They love you, Rachelle. They always will. Everything that we did with them in this time will always be with them and they will love their mother like Tess and I always have loved our mother." Miranda stood up. "The girls will stop aging for a while now, Rachelle. Don't worry that their lives will pass in a blink. Once you remembered John that stopped. But they have to go with us now, to learn more about who they are going to be. And as much as we would like otherwise, that is a road you can't walk with them. Just remember they will always love you." Rachelle looked at Miranda. "Will I forget then?" "No," Miranda answered, "we still have today and tomorrow you won't mind remembering." "I'm glad for that Miranda. And if we just have today, I know just the dress I want to wear when we go out." Nina and Marie stood with Miranda and Tess watching Rachelle. She was standing at a concession stand waiting to be served when a man started talking to her. The girls were happy, just as they had been when mom and Miranda and Tess had always taken them out before. But this was the last time together. They rode the rides and laughed and played the games and each time when one ended they froze the moment to remember it later. They knew when it happened. The moment that mom wouldn't mind remembering again. They could feel it happen just as she stepped away. She looked back at them and smiled and they smiled at her until she turned away. Miranda and Tess led them away. "Do you feel her now?" Tess asked them as they walked through the crowds around them. "Yes," said Marie, "I always have." "I think I could feel her no matter where we are," said Nina. "And you always will," said Miranda as she hugged both of the girls. "This is how it ends. First lesson for you is when you feel its opposite, then you'll know its time like Tess and I did." Tess nodded. "And no matter what you do when you feel it, remember not to run. Sometimes sorrow is the most fertile of fields even if it cuts you to plough it." Marie and Nina nodded gravely as if they understood. But Tess and Miranda knew that they didn't. Not now, but one day they would. They would know which field was theirs, they would know and in time that field would be sown.