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price do you think these asparagus will bring at the market?"  He always asked her opinion, always making her feel very important and needed.
"Mother, from the look of the sunset, do you think we will have rain tomorrow?"
Or "Mother, what do the cards say, will we have a grandchild for you to bounce on your knee before the next year is out?"

She loved it. And, as was his intention, she loved him. I don't think she missed the open road for one minute.

I was happy that they got on so well. My mother had long since stopped telling fortunes for the gage and so did I, but she always read for Jan. She told him how bright our future would be, and he sat and listened, looking very serious and pretending to believe every word she said.

Mama was taken in. He was her son now, blond and gage or not. It no longer mattered to her. I was happy, for the first time in my life. Every day I saw the miracles in all the small things I had never paid attention to before. The sunsets looked a little pinker and in the morning the songs of the birds were sweeter. I laughed at the squirrels as the chased each other up and down the thick trunks of the trees.
    As I passed the barn I heard Jan singing and it made me smile.
    Whenever Jan went into town he returned with gifts for me and mama. She was like a gago child at Christmas waiting in eager anticipation for whatever trinket he might bring. Many times I gathered wild flower bouquets of royal purples, vivid pinks and egg yoke yellows, but quite often he brought them to the house presenting them to me with a kiss.
    Our lives were good. Our lives were very good. Until Grigori found me.

I was on my way back to the house from the chicken coop. I'd been gathering eggs. Jan was in town and mama was asleep. And there he was, his long black robe encircling him with darkness. His hair hung about his shoulders in knots.
    "I've finally found you. I have spent the last two years in search. I realized that I love you, and I never want to be apart again." He was walking towards me, his arms outstretched.
My blood ran cold, what was I to do? What, was I ever to do?

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Nine….
     
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    amn your soul to hell, Grigori Rasputin. How did you find me? And why in God's name have you come back after so many years?"

I glared into his hypnotic eyes the color of sapphires, terrified of the power he might still have over me.
     
     
     
     
    “I love you, I realized how much.”
"And so, you come here and find me with no thought of how this might affect my life?'
"I hoped you would be happy to see me."
He was walking slowly towards me; those eyes never wavered from penetrating my own.
I shook my head.
"No, Grigori, I am not happy to see you. I've been married for a little over two years, happily married."
"Sweet gypsy girl, there is no man for you but me."
He put his arms around me. I felt bile rise up in my throat. I swallowed hard to keep from vomiting.
"No , Grigori"
He did not stop. He would not listen. The basket of eggs dropped from my hand as he knocked me to the ground. Tears filled my eyes. His face hardened with determination as he attempted to kiss me. With all of my strength I tried to push him away, but he was incredibly powerful. Using both hands he grabbed my face pressing his lips hard against mine. Turning quickly away, I spit the taste of his foul kiss from my mouth. Grabbing my shoulders in his massive hands, he shook me hard, at the same time nuzzling into my neck. I reached over and bit his upper arm, the salt of his blood bitter on my tongue. My feet made contact with his legs and groin as I kicked frantically and hammered at his back with my fists. Unable to face what was happening to me , I turned away. There on the ground were the broken eggs and the little white basket lying on its side.
Tears spilled down my face.
With his legs he forced my thighs open. I fought harder, but he pinned my arms down as he forced himself inside of me. Then glaring into