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going to land you in a world of trouble. I only hope I m there to watch you wiggle out
of it.
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Dyad Dreams
 That day might come sooner than you think if you keep directing your witty barbs
at my soon-to-be wife, Jacob said.
Eleanor watched as comprehension dawned on their faces. She jumped as Aiden let
out a whoop and swept her into his arms.
After much well-wishing directed at Eleanor and backslapping directed at Jacob,
Mike reminded them Damien wanted to see them. He ushered them through the maze
of dining tables, with their hen-on-a-nest centerpieces and into the Hennen kitchen.
The two Dyads, along with Alice and Bobby, were waiting for them.
 Hey, guys, Mike said.  Guess who else has signed up for the old ball-and-chain?
David laughed.  Well, I know you cannot be speaking of my wandering-eye,
revolving-bed partner here, he said, grabbing Aiden by the scruff of the neck and
giving him a playful shake.
 It can only be the two of you, Damien said. He moved to stand in front of Eleanor
and Jacob.  I share in your joy. He took one of their hands in each of his. Eleanor felt a
tingle of power shoot into her. For a moment, Damien linked with her, bringing Jacob
with him. She felt the outpouring of love from both men surround her.
The link was severed abruptly as Alice pushed past Damien and swept Eleanor into
a hug.  Oh, Ellie. I m so happy for you.
Bobby held out his hand to Jacob who clasped it.  Welcome to the family. I hope
you like chickens.
Everyone laughed and after another round of well-wishing and backslapping, the
Dyads went to Alice and Bobby.  David and I have given much thought to the wedding
gift we would present to you on this happy day. Damien said.  The Hennen sisters
and you, Bobby, have enriched our lives, and through us, the Diarchy. We wanted our
gift to be worthy of the trust you have given us. Michael, would you please bring in our
gift?
Michael hurried out in the direction of the living room.
Bobby circled his wife s waist with his arm.  Damien, you and your people gave
Alice back to us. You don t need to give us anything else.
 Too late, Damien said.  This gift cannot be undone. Come in, Michael.
Michael wheeled in a nervous Emma. Damien and David went to stand on either
side of her. Each brother offered her his hand. She took their hands, smiling up at them.
Emma put her feet on the floor and, as if she had been doing it all her life, stood.
She took a few wobbly steps toward Alice.  They didn t use pixie dust, Alice, but it was
magic just the same.
The room erupted.
The End
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About the Author
Born in a decade that starts with an F, Ann Hinnenkamp finds herself in an age
decade beginning with the same dreaded letter. Her plan had always been to accept
aging with the same effortless grace as any movie star with the last name of Hepburn,
but now that her forehead is sliding down around her nose and her neck attracts every
rooster in the yard, she s given up on grace and put her faith in a good moisturizer and
turtleneck sweaters.
Ann has a B.A. in theater and went to graduate school at the U. of M. in the M.F.A.
acting program. She freelances as an actor and director in the Twin Cities area and has
played everyone from Eleanor of Aquitaine, to the third extra on the right with the gap
in her teeth.
Taking advice from her father to heart, she never quit her day job. She works at a
messenger service where the motto is,  If you got it, a courier brought it. Her years in
the business world have taught her a few valuable lessons: When designing a floor
plan, never put your own office across from the bathrooms; All it has to do is snow to
turn a great day to shit; It s impossible to pick up a monkey at the airport, look him in
the eye and then deliver him to a testing lab; And transporting caskets, even when
empty, is just plain scary.
The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email
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