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“I told them dinner was ready and went to the living room, where Rachel and Richard were hiding out. "You realize, I suppose, that both your names begin with the same letter." I poured them a glass of wine. Each. I'm generous that way. Richard grinned. "Yes, we noticed that early on. We also noticed that if we have a child and give him or her a name that also begins with R that we can say we have the three Rs covered." "Wow, and maybe you can all have matching propeller beanies." I was covering the fact I was suddenly excited at the thought of my sister having children. I had accepted it was never going to happen, and it was fine, but a baby is a baby, am I right? Rachel shrugged. "Why not? How about Rapunzel, or Requiem, or Rumpelstiltskin?" "Or Random, Rorschach, or Ritalin." Richard liked this game. "You could go techy and call them RAM or ROM." "Or medical and call them Rheumatism or Rabies or Rubella.”

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The Garden of Small Beginnings

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