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Worry sprang into my eyes "Is something wrong?"

"Lets go somewhere we can sit and talk. Its about pa" my brother said as he took my elbow and led me to the near by restaurant.

As soon as the coffee was poured he Thomas started talking "Pa threw Annabelle against the wall then when he realized what he did he took off and hasn't returned. Last night the sheriff came by and said they found him dead in the back of the saloon," Thomas said the last part with no emotion. "Martha, I can't care for the children." I bit my bottom lip trying to think of a plan "bring Philip, Amelia, and Annabelle to my house tomorrow we will figure it all out then."

That evening I was darning a sock furiously as I rocked in the rocking chair. "What's gat yourins lip tinight" Joseph spat a woad of tobacco into the fire as he spoke.

"Will you let me bring my siblings here so I can care for them?" I blurted out.
"Don't wanna no mop head littlins' running round hare" he looked at her and then around the house as he bit another chew "But I's spects I kin let ya live at yers home and work fer me"