It was 5 a.m. on Saturday. Simmy's mind started whirring and the conversation with Care'n at Mission Without Borders started rolling through her mind.
Viorel had been taken in by a family of the name of Faith and they reported that he was a very useful tool. He was teaching deaf children- teaching in the world he had been born into. The good news, no, great news was that a field agent would take him out to buy him shoes and clothes when the small investment money that Sam and Simmy had sent would reach him. There was a possibility that it would get there... in time for Christmas. The thought became a whisper of hope.
Romancing the World... one snowflake at a time.
A push and a nudge against her legs let Simmy know that the family cat wanted some attention. She picked him up, let him snuggle into the cotton blanket on her lap and was rewarded by a not so subtle purrring.
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