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believe. John squeezed his brother’s shoulder. Every muscle was tight. Nothing was going to make all this ok. Sarah was gone and nobody could change that.
    “Where’s Mason?” John broke the silence.
    “I put him down for a nap.” James cleared his throat.
    “You want to get out of here for a while?” John suggested. “It’s a nice afternoon we can take a drive up to the cabin.” Maybe getting away from all the family and friends constantly streaming into the house would give James a chance to catch his breath. John felt overwhelmed with it all. James had to be feeling it.
    “Sounds good, but I was thinking about taking a nap,” James said. “I’m exhausted.”
    “Then you get some sleep,” John said. “Mom and Nan are staying here tonight, so you sleep as long as you want.”
    “Yeah, sleep sounds good.” James was heading back inside the house when he stopped just inside the door and wrapped his arms around John. “Thanks for being here, bro.”
    John hugged him back. The lump forming in his throat was making it hard for him to speak. He couldn’t lose it now.
    “Since conception, bro.” John choked out. It was a saying they had between them because they were twins. He knew it finally hit James that Sarah was gone. His twin slowly stumbled up the stairs. John wasn’t sure if James was drunk or if he was just that tired. All he knew was his eyes were burning with unshed tears. Unshed tears he wasn’t sure were for Sarah or James. Maybe for both.
    John needed to clear his head. He loved his family, but spending three solid days together was starting to get to him. A drive to the cabin sounded good. He hadn’t been up there in a while.
    Nanny Betty’s Irish lilt met him as he walked into the living room. “Sean Thomas O’Connor, if ya don’t stop tellin’ me I need a nap I’m gonna duff ya in da arse.” She was originally from Cape Broyle on the Southern Shore of Newfoundland. The dialect was Irish. Here we go .
    When his grandfather died three years ago, his grandmother moved in with his parents. Of course, she put up a fight in the beginning. She claimed she was more than capable of looking after herself. She was a force to be reckoned with when anyone pissed her off, or if someone did something to one of her family. She was about four foot ten and a hundred pounds, but it was hilarious how his six foot two father and his six-foot uncle backed off when she gave them what they called ‘the devil’s glare’. John and his brothers got ‘the devil’s glare’ a lot of times when they were younger, and even now he backed off if Nanny Betty lowered her head and narrowed her eyes.
    “Mudder, you’ve been up since six this morning. You’ve got to be tired.” His father tried to reason with her. This was going to be good. Trying to reason with Nanny Betty never went well. His grandfather used to say it was like trying to reason with a brick wall.
    “Lord, dine, Jesus, if I needed a nap, I’d bloody well take one. Now ya get before I take ya over me knee and bust yar arse.” Her bony finger pointed at Sean.
    “Mudder, when are you going to realize we’re grown men and not little boys?” Kurt O’Conner chuckled from the other side of the living room.
    “Ye might be bigger den me, but I can still swing up at ye.” John coughed to cover a chuckle as his Uncle Kurt clamped his mouth shut. John wasn’t the only one trying to stifle a laugh. His mother Kathleen, His father’s sister, Cora and Kurt’s wife, Alice quickly headed to the kitchen stifling their own giggles. Kurt’s daughters Jess, Isabelle, and Kristy followed quickly behind them. His brothers were also trying to hold things together. Thank God for Nanny Betty, she was at least making a sombre day a little easier. Even if she didn’t realize it.
    “Where’s Jimmy?” Nanny Betty looked toward John.
    “He went upstairs to get some rest,” John said.
    “Good. He needs some rest after today.” She stood up and headed