Forbidden Fruit TEMPTATION - Christian SPIRITUAL Romance (Vision Valley Series Book 2)

FORBIDDEN Fruit Temptation Vision Valley - Book Two in Series

Crystal Mary Lindsey

Author’s Note: This is Book #2 in the Vision Valley series and the conclusion.

The storyline beginning in book 1 follows through in this book.

You may wish to read book #1, to enjoy the series to the fullest.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidences are all fictitious.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities, is entirely incidental.

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God’s Word Proclaims 2 Corinthians 11:3 “But I fear, lest by any means, as the serpent beguiled Eve through his subtlety, so your minds should be corrupted from the simplicity that is in Christ.” (Don’t be fooled, but remain close to Jesus and his teachings)

“All word for word Scripture is from the King James Bible Version.”

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Chapter 1 Silva Latham sat in secret, high on the hillside, amid the long, brown grass, leaning against an old gum tree. She knew she was well camouflaged since she had deliberately planned it so.

With a brown hat to cover and hide her red hair, and wearing a dull brown work dress she hated, her obscurity from below was complete.

Callaghan Homestead nestled way down on the opposite side of the valley. Sean, the old deceased grandfather — wise Irishman that he was — had built their sizable house high enough on the side of the hill to be well away from swelling floodwater.

The beautiful Cox River sprawled in abundance on the valley floor. Today it shone in the sunlight — calm, peaceful, and innocent. Unless viewed during a flood, it was difficult to imagine the raging torrent its waters quickly became.

Sean’s son Rory loved to tell the story of how his father lived in a shanty for three years before he had the money to begin building. As soon as able, he sent to Ireland for his teenage sweetheart, Mauve, to come to Australia. They were married by proxy before she departed, as propriety deemed a single woman should never travel alone. Arriving in the new land in 1898, she took to the wild, fierce terrain, thriving in the happiness of helping her beloved. They were a blissful couple who loved God and each other. Rory was born to them two years later.

Silva looked way over to the side of the homestead at a small graveyard encircled 2

with an ornate iron fence. It was here — close by their much-loved family home — that Sean, Mauve, and their baby daughter Chevonne now rested.

Rory’s eldest son, Declan, was finally home as of yesterday. His five years of studying law at Melbourne University seemed like an eternity. He had been back for short visits but never when Silva herself was there, so it seemed forever to her since she had seen him.

She knew she’d set eyes on him before many days passed, yet as was her custom of wanting everything yesterday, she couldn’t wait a day or so for that to come. Was he the same person who teased her relentlessly? She was a gangly fourteen-year-old when he’d last seen her. To him at nineteen she was a mere child and often a pest, hanging around her brother, Adam, and listening to their conversations.

Declan at that time was a tall, dark-haired, handsome young man with flashing white teeth in his ever-smiling face, and eyes that blazed fiercely whenever he discussed anything important to him. He was an enigma to Silva.

He would get a surprise to see her all grown up. Silva fully intended that he would be extremely aware of her presence, as well as, hopefully, falling for her.

Possibly many other young women in Glen Arbor would set their hearts on capturing his. That nose-in-the-air Phyllis Granger for one. At a year older than Silva, Phyllis was an only child forever getting the best that money could buy. The Grangers lived in a large house on the outskirts of the town — her father being the only veterinary surgeon in the district meant that the family thrived.

Thinking about Phyllis, Silva gleefully felt she had got the better finishing school of the two, having spent two years in Paris compared with Phyllis’ equal time merely in Sydney.

Mrs. Granger, ever fussing over her daughter, could not bear the thought of a huge expanse of water separating them.

On the other hand, Silva’s godmother, Aunt Jeanne, lived in Paris, so it had been the ideal place for her to be sent. Silva smiled to herself remembering the many escapades she and her classmates got up to. Aunt Jeanne, who was also the famous Madame Jeanne-Marie of the Lanvin Fashion House, would have been mortified had she known.

A movement in front of the Callaghan Homestead brought Silva’s mind back to the present. Picking up her binoculars and focusing in closer, Silva’s heart skipped a beat. She would have recognized him anywhere. His shoulders looked broad, and his face now sported a goatee beard with a mustache, making him look ever so dashing. He was heading for the stables so probably intending a ride. Absorbed in watching his every move, Silva forgot to be invisible when a horsefly bit her viciously on the arm. Jumping up and screaming she swatted it off before realizing how her shriek echoed off the hills.

Oh no! Snatching the binoculars from where they landed she tried to search out Declan. Had he heard her? She couldn’t see him and without waiting to find out Silva turned

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and ran for home.

The narrow bush path wove in and out of the undergrowth and the high eucalypts that canopied overhead. Sun peeked through leafy branches sparkling down on stumps, ground, and dry grasses like a pretty wonderland. Usually, Silva wandered this path, lovingly listening to and watching the birds, lizards and many insects. Today, she just wanted to get home, and that was a good mile and a half away.

She was breathless when she reached the homestead’s concrete stairs. With a pain in her side, she found it hard to drag herself up onto the veranda, even with a handrail to help.

Dry in the mouth and feeling her legs ready to cave in, the lounge was reached, and Silva thankfully collapsed. She lay back and closed her eyes, grateful that there was no one there to ask questions. She could clearly hear voices from further inside the house, and they sounded like they were getting closer. Perhaps it was time for morning tea, as the rattling of china on a pushed trolley reached her ears.

Mother stepped out of the heavy front door first, ready to lift the tea trolley down while Aunt Ella, her mother’s half sister, pushed. Silva could smell freshly baked date loaf, a sign that her father and brother Adam would arrive shortly for refreshments. Everything was laden in the one place, from a huge teapot to a jug of fresh milk, sugar and crockery; there was plenty for everyone and then some. Way over towards the wide front driveway a horse rider entered. Silva knew who it was and without a word, upped, flying past her astonished mother and running into the house. There was no way she wanted to be seen in that ugly dress.

Speeding to her room, she changed into a fresh muslin blouse and dark blue skirt. The outfit wasn’t new, but it did look nice and showed up the color of her eyes to their best advantage. Before leaving her room Silva brushed her long hair, plaiting each side and then winding it over the top of her head. The back was worn loose and hung to her waist. Taking a look in the full-length mirror and happy with her reflection, she walked leisurely back to the verandah gathering.

“Silva!” her mother exclaimed. “What on earth are you up to?” Every eye turned towards Silva.

“Why, whatever do you mean, Mother? What could I be up to?” With both eyes open wide, she looked the picture of innocence, and her mother knew better than to pursue any questioning in front of a visitor.

Declan rose from where he sat on one of the chairs. His eyes wandered from her face to down over her form, and it was easy to see that he was stunned.

“Silva? You’re little Silva?”

“Yes, I am, but not little anymore. Surprise, surprise, you no longer see that skinny pest who aggravated you so much.” As a typical Australian who spoke her mind, her words penetrated and Declan had the grace to look uncomfortable.

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Silva laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t hold it against you as long as you never speak meanly to me again!”

“That will do, my girl,” her father spoke while pouring the tea and looking from the cup to her and back again.

“Well, Declan,” Connor changed the subject, “what’s it like to be back in the sticks and away from city life?” He handed a cup of steaming tea over as he said this, and then looked at his daughter for her nod, before pouring another cup. Silva’s brother and Declan’s friend, Adam, sat between Nellie, their housekeeper, and Kelvin, who helped with odd jobs.

Both the latter were classed more as friends than employees of the family. Adam helped himself to the food, before settling back to hear his friend’s reply.

No one was more eager to hear it all than Silva. She felt her ears burning red, wishing it was just him and her alone, to talk and share their adventures. No hope of that! None of the family knew or guessed how much she liked Adam’s friend. So Silva sat and listened with the rest of them, hoping her face didn’t give away the romantic fancies dancing in her head.

Gosh, he was a dream. His haircut was to the new fashion of short back, and sides and his dark eyes wandered over to look at her often. One thing for sure, he could never call her carrot top again because her hair was now a deep rich burgundy. She smiled to herself with this knowledge, looking down as if sharing a hidden secret about something.

“How about coming for a walk around, Silva?” Declan held out his hand to help her up. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Don’t know how you feel, but I feel a little lost!”

Silva looked over at him as they walked towards the stables, out past her father’s airplane hangar. ‘It’s different seeing everything after being away for years; I supposed it was because I’m older now, but if you’re feeling too, then perhaps it’s not.”

He merely nodded his head, deep in thought. After a time of silence, he spoke with a barely audible voice. “Life changes us. It would be great to remain young forever without responsibilities, yet I reckon — that’s a part of becoming mature.”

Why was he so serious? This wasn’t how she remembered the fearless fun-loving Declan. Deciding it was time to lighten the mood, she thumped him on the back and then took off, running towards the stables. Maybe seeing the new foal born last night would liven him up.

Entering the cool, shaded interior she needed to wait for him. Something was wrong; this wasn’t Declan — what had changed him? As he came in she grabbed his arm. “Come on, slow poke, get a move on. I’m dying to show you something special.”

With eyes adjusting to the dimness, Autumn, the mare, could be seen standing in the corner of her stall, occasionally peering down. Climbing surrounding the rails, it was easy to look on her new little foal. “Well, what a cute little filly!” Declan smiled at last. “Who’s going to name her? You?” Reaching his hand over, he tussled the back of her hair.

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“Of course! Father said she could be my birthday present, even though it was over two months ago. He promised me Autumn’s baby at that time. I’m still thinking of what to call her. I had considered ‘Summer’, but that doesn’t seem to fit, so I’ll keep on thinking.”

“With what?” He laughed.

“You rat,” she exclaimed, jumping down and punching him on the leg. He jumped quickly onto the stable floor, reaching for her hand so she couldn’t repeat the act. Holding it tightly, they looked into each other’s eyes. Time stood still — then abruptly Declan pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly on the lips. Silva closed her eyes, was she dreaming?

Then just as suddenly as he’d pulled her to him, he gently pushed her to arm’s length distance.

“Sorry about that — I couldn’t resist. You’re a beautiful woman, Silva. Do you know that?”

Standing nearby and smelling his clean woodsy smell, Silva felt lost for words. She was trembling and didn’t know what she should do. Not wanting to lose the magic of the moment, she leaned over on tippy toes and kissed his mouth to show how she’d liked the experience.

“That was my very first grown-up kiss, so don’t you dare apologize. I liked it, and you can do it again whenever you want to.”

“What!” he exploded. “What on earth did they teach you at that finishing school — to speak and act impulsively? Don’t you go saying that to any other male, you hear me?”

Silva’s face burned red, and tears stung her eyes. Did he mean that she was fast?

Without another word, she turned and ran as rapidly as she could for the house, while Declan stood with hands on hips watching her.

Silva entered by the back door, not wanting anyone to see her distress. That Declan!

She’d give him what-for, speaking to her like that; he just better watch out! Her red-headed temper flared as she threw herself face down on the bed, and cried.

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Chapter 2 Their eyes met across the room, his dark ones boring into her blue — instinctively, she turned away to smile and talk to old friends from school. Silva looked stunning, and she knew it.

Most of her luxurious hair was piled loosely on top of her head with one long roll hanging down at the side of her face. Her make-up was expertly applied to show off her eyes and high cheekbones. Her dress was a silver Paris creation that clung to her body, then flared out to just below the knees. Her accessories of shoes and necklace were azure blue, almost the color of her eyes.

Dr. James Buchanan, new in town, confidently drew close and introduced himself. He was tall, clean cut with blond hair and tanned skin. Silva was surprised he hadn’t approached some of the older girls because she knew he was in his late twenties. However, she smiled warmly while hoping Declan witnessed the advance.

“So, Silva, that’s an interesting and unusual name,” the doctor’s eyes looked at her mouth then back into her eyes. Silva may have been inexperienced with men, but she could pick him as a Casanova. She had nothing to fear as her brothers and parents were in the same room. Smiling back at him she responded in a flirting manner, “My mother’s name is ‘Treasure’ so my father suggested my name be something special, and similar.”

“Treasure — the only other time I have heard that name was in connection with a famous French model, many years ago.”

Silva threw her head back and laughed, making the doctor wonder what he’d said that was so funny. She smiled at his puzzled expression. “That was my mother, but she left the glitter behind and came back to live here in Glen Arbor. She fell in love with the valley, and with my father.”

“Looking at you, I can understand that your mother could have been famous. You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” He placed his empty glass on a table before holding out a hand and requesting a dance.

Why not? Silva decided — I could do worse than him. And she drifted into his open arms. The lights dimmed and the music flowed from dance to dance, before taking a deserved break. The breathless Silva then excused herself from James, calling him by his first name as he requested. His eyes watched as she wandered over to her brother Joel, home for the weekend from his job in Sydney. Although her brothers were twins and looked alike, they were completely different in their preferences. Adam loved living in their country town, while Joel favored the rush of city life. He now worked as a French chef in the famous Princes Restaurant, owning his little apartment down near the Sydney Rocks area.

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“Well, dear brother, will you invite me to visit you in Sydney sometime?” Joel’s arm came around her waist and he hugged her with a cheeky grin.

“Only if you promise to behave yourself!”

“Now, what have you been hearing about me? I never do the wrong thing, so don’t believe gossip!” Silva hugged him back, glad to see him home and knew she’d be sorry when he returned to his busy world. Her family was a close one and all of them, including many of the extended members, were here tonight in honor of her return.

When the music began again, it was Declan who came to claim her before anyone else got a chance. His face was like a thundercloud, and they danced in unity without a word.

Silva was very aware of what caused his attitude, and she felt glad that he was jealous; it meant he cared after all. When the music finished, he kept his arm around her waist, ushering her towards the drink stand. “Would a lemon drink be to your fancy?” he asked with polite indifference.

Here he goes again, acting like he doesn’t care. What’s his problem? “Declan, why are you acting so cold? Why did you ask me to dance if you didn’t want to, and why bring me for a drink?” Without waiting for his answer Silva stormed off. She didn’t need him being moody. She was here for a good time, and if he wanted to be a stuffed shirt, then he could enjoy his company.

Remembering now how he had spoken to her in the stables at home, she decided she would have the best time and bad luck what he thought of her. James approached again, and she gave him a willing smile, accepting his friendship and his lead onto the dance floor. ***** Her alarm sounded at eight next morning. Wanting to turnover and return to slumber, she remembered it was Sunday and church began at ten. Rousing herself to get up, it was off to the bathroom and a quick shower. Getting dressed then tidying her room, Silva next approached the kitchen. Nellie wasn’t present yet, so it was Silva who put the kettle on to boil and set the table for seven. After that came the bread for toast and, being Sunday, everyone would serve themselves with condiments. No bacon, eggs or porridge today. Time was regulated, with no dallying before they took off, walking the short distance to the church. The country town had grown over the years, so the road was no longer dirt. Now it was tarred with footpaths along both sides.

Silva could still remember how it was when she was a child — sliding in the mud and slush and wearing galoshes when walking to the school on rainy days. A few miles’ drive past the town and the road turned to plain dirt once more. It was December 1951 and probably in another twenty years or so, all of the roads would be sealed. No one bothered with how it was; this was their town, and they were proud of it.

Voices interrupted her daydreams as everyone began to trickle in for breakfast. Two

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electric toasters began to work on making bread into toast, and mother fixed the large teapot ready for pouring. As usual, his father poured for everyone; it was their ritual.

Silva wished Declan would attend her church, but he resisted and as usual attended another where his mother went. His father, brother and younger sister always came to theirs and sat at the back as if wanting to be inconspicuous. They never remained for the picnic lunch on the days when everyone got together but rushed off home instead. Silva couldn’t understand how one family could belong to two different faiths. Surely, Jesus was the head of both so what was the big deal? In Paradise everyone would be the same; there would be no divisions with no one considering they were better than another.

Sometimes on a Sunday afternoon, Declan turned up to rest on their front veranda for family time with the Lathams. Silva hoped he would be today, but after last night she wouldn’t hold her breath. Mother’s Uncle Marcus, who was more like a father to her, came with his wife, Grace, and twenty-four-year-old son, Andrew. Andrew was to take over as president of the bank when he turned twenty-five, allowing his father to retire completely.

Uncle was approaching seventy and looked forward to resting his weary bones, as he was fond of saying.

Grandpa Frank rolled up in his old truck, with two elderly Aboriginal friends, who cared for him. It was always a joyous occasion — that time of love and sharing. Aunt Ella with her family remained at home today. She hadn’t been in church this morning due to suffering a bad headache. Mother would visit her tomorrow, taking some cooked food to help out. After sitting and listening for a while, Silva got up to go and visit her little filly. Walking out the back and over to the stables, she prayed to the Lord about her feelings for Declan.

Asking that whatever God’s will for both of them was, she could accept in faith. After all, she knew about trusting and obeying, and her feelings came under that rule also. With a lighter heart, she entered the stables.

Today the young one stood to feed on her mother, and neither one paid Silva any attention. “Why what a little darling,” Silva spoke aloud. Yes! She was now thinking in French; Cheri — meaning darling — would be a perfect name. This little one would be her darling. Smiling to herself, she leaned against the railing, arms folded on the top one, and with her head resting on them; she continued to watch mother and daughter.

As always, she was soon off in dreamland, allowing her fantasies to paint pictures in her mind, and seeing herself riding like the wind across paddocks and out into open countryside. If only life could always be this carefree and blissful.

Autumn looked up and past Silva, giving a whinny and causing her to spin around to see who was there. Declan stood a few feet back, hands in pockets watching her. They stared at each other for ages, with neither knowing quite what to say.

Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he finally spoke, “I shouldn’t have come looking for you, but curiosity got the better. So, have you named your filly yet?”

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“Yep, sure have, but knowing you, and what an unromantic sod you are, I don’t believe you would appreciate it.”

“Yer? …Try me!”

“I’ve named her Cheri because she is a little darling — my very own sweet darling.”

His head tipped back, and he laughed, not at the name, as she thought, but because she didn’t consider him a romantic. If only she knew the thoughts and dreams, he’d been having about her! She’d probably be flabbergasted. Yet he wasn’t about to say, because as far as he was concerned she was off limits.

Seeing the hurt, bewildered look on her face he knew he wasn't fair. “Silva Latham, I think that is a very nice and appropriate name. You picked very well.”

“If you think so, then how come you laughed?”

“Well, maybe it was because you said I am not romantic, and perhaps you are right.

How could someone like me, whom you have known almost all of your life, be romantic?”

Silva looked downwards and thought about this. Then to tease him she laughed as she looked up with her reply. “Well — maybe if we kiss again, I can tell you if it’s romantic or not.”

“You’re asking for trouble, my girl!” he gave her a dark look. “Come on, let’s go back to the folks before someone comes searching for us.”

With Christmas only five weeks away Silva determined it would be pleasant to go shopping in Sydney for gifts. Treasure felt it a great idea and could perhaps serve as a ladies’ time away. With that Ella, Grace, Nellie, Declan’s mother Mrs. Callaghan and thirteen-year-old sister, Kate, was invited. Treasure immediately phoned the Sydney Heritage Hotel at The Rocks for an apartment.

They would depart in ten days and stay for a week. All looked forward to being together as they toured the many wonderful Christmas-decorated shops. ***** Silva didn’t see Declan again before she and the other women departed for Sydney.

Her father drove them to the next town where they caught a steam train for the six-hour journey. Once on the train and sitting comfortably she leaned back into the seat and closed her eyes. Last night had been a restless sleep, so she might as well catch up on the way to their destination.

The rocking and steady sound of the steam engine soon lulled her into peaceful oblivion. Her dreams were anything but restful. In them, Declan was going away, and she knew she would never see him again. She awoke crying, as it seemed too real for comfort.

Surely she wasn’t being given a disclosure of things to come, or was she?

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Watching as some of the women filed back into their compartment, bearing sandwiches and water for the rest, Silva dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose, declaring the engine smoke to be troublesome. She made up her mind to question Declan’s mother about his strange behavior as soon as she could get some private time alone with her.

Yes, there was no way she would wait until after New Year to find out his resolutions.

She knew she’d made the desired impression on him that she wanted, and yet he acted as if he were afraid of his feelings for her. Why should that be so?

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Chapter 3 To reach their hotel they had to take two taxies from the station. The first driver refused to pack them and their luggage in like sardines. He declared it to be unsafe. It was of no consequence, Treasure assured them all — after all, this wasn’t their little town, and he was most likely correct.

Their residence for the next week was luxurious, to say the least. Nellie, who seldom went anywhere, glowed with pride at being a part of what she called the gentry. With nose held high, she walked along with the rest of them up to the front reception, then on to the elevator. The hotel porters were left to carry the suitcases.

Once settled in their rooms, shoes came off, and clothes were stripped down to underwear as everyone stretched out on the beds to rest. Even Silva who had slept for over half of the trip felt stiff. She determined to soak in the bath first and then she would be able to relax fully.

Six o’clock that evening saw them all dressed in their finery, six hungry women plus one teenager, Kate, taking the elevator down to dine. Nellie wished some of her working friends could see her now. Life had taken on meaning since she’d gone to work for Treasure all those years ago. She could never have imagined herself on an elegant holiday such as this back then. She praised the Lord now, as she often did, for his everlasting goodness.

The dining room was huge with beautiful chandelier lighting and mahogany furniture.

Couples mainly occupied the tables, and many looked up at the procession of women led by Treasure. At fifty-one years of age Treasure still turned heads with her graceful saunter and fashionable style. The maître d’ looked at her with admiration before leading them to a long table at a side window.

It was a time of gaiety and laughter. Everyone chose seafood, as it was a treat from their usual fare. When it came to dessert, there was no room left for anything other than coffee, which they took their time over with relaxed conversation. Kate, as a teenager, wanted to go out and explore the town. She was excited to see all the Christmas decorations in the shop windows. The time was getting close to 8 pm, and Treasure felt it unwise.

“We don’t know how safe it would be for ladies alone on the street, Kate. How about we retire upstairs and listen to the radio. I think the Amateur Hour is on tonight. Do you enjoy that?”

“Oh yes, I love listening to that and so does Mother. Let’s hurry so we don’t miss any.”

Kate was up and out of the room as fast as she could go, pressing the button for the elevator and hoping the others would hurry.

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“Come on, come on,” she called, “or we’ll miss it.” She stood holding the doors open until they all packed into the small space.

Could she sleep tonight? Silva wondered. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she was off and didn’t awaken until 6 am the next morning.

Mrs. Callaghan was the first out of bed and into the shower. She could be heard singing, “Oh, Promise Me” in her beautiful soprano.

“Oh, what a lovely day! I feel much more refreshed now, and how are you today, Silva?” Declan’s mother had almost knocked Silva over by walking out of the bathroom while still winding a towel around her wet hair.

“I’m great, thank you, Mrs. Callaghan. Can we have a moment together in private, please?” Silva walked towards her room, holding the door open while Maureen Callaghan followed. Silva waved her hand towards the bed, indicating for the other woman to sit.

“What is it, dear? You look so serious.”

“I am, Mrs. Callaghan. I’m concerned about Declan. He’s not the same carefree man he used to be. Would you happen to know what’s disturbing him?’

“My dear, he is committed to where his life direction is destined to go. It’s a huge decision, and he needs time to work it out in his mind. I wouldn’t like to betray his confidence. He will let everyone know when he feels the time is right. So please — enjoy your time here, and stop worrying.” She reached over and hugged Silva.

“You are a lovely girl, Silva, and have grown into a woman your mother must be very proud of.” Unrolling the towel, she proceeded to rub her hair dry before getting up off the bed and heading out the door.

“Your mother and the others may be waiting for us, so let’s get a move on, shall we?”

Silva knew the older woman had manipulated her with great diplomacy, and, having learned nothing, she felt disappointed. Well, it was something to pray about, and after all, God always knew best. ***** It was around 9 am before they got out onto George Street to begin their adventure.

Kate rushed off ahead, with her mother trying to keep up with her pace. They walked in pairs not to obstruct the footpath, with Silva alone at the rear. As usual, her daydreams took over her thoughts.

Wandering along, she felt a sudden push from behind, with an arm extended to snatch her bag. The footpath loomed as she failed to break her fall.

“No way, let go! You’re not getting my bag,” Silva yelled while clinging to the handle. Her snatcher’s attention, distracted by something high up behind her, let go in terror.

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With a loud scream, he took off, running.

“What the —,” Silva wheeled around in bewilderment.

A newspaper reporter close by snapped a flash, capturing a tall golden figure in his camera lens. Silva stared, unable to pull her eyes away from the magnificent individual, stationed motionless with legs apart and eyes flaming. He stood at least fifteen feet tall, wielding an enormous sword. Transfixed, Silva stared, her mouth open, unable to speak.

Task completed, he vaporized — until nonexistent. It was then that Silva heard the many gasps from onlookers who witnessed the ethereal phenomenon. Tears stung her eyes as a scripture passage came to mind: For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways (Psalm 91:11). Oh Lord, thank you so much — I never thought I would ever see an angel! I have. It was astonishing, so amazing! I am blessed; thank you so much for your protection, Lord.

It was at that moment that her mother and the other women came rushing towards her.

“Silva, what happened? You gave us such a fright. With the crowd of people milling around, we couldn’t see anything and couldn’t get through. When I realized you weren’t with us, I almost had a fit! You need to stop that daydreaming and keep close.” Treasure was distraught, so Ella took charge of the situation.

“Right now, come on, we are going to sit down and have a cuppa. That will settle all of our nerves, and from now on we stay close together.” Turning towards Kate, she shook her finger at her. “And that means you too, Miss Kate. We don’t need accidents or anything else to mess up our nice holiday.”

Seated in a café with cups of tea and a large plate of scones, Silva related the whole incident to her avid listeners. The women were captivated, completely enthralled with her story.

Kate laughed, “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming, Silva?” her eyes wandered around the group to see if any shared her joke.

“Hush, Kate, a mob of people doesn’t gather to stare at a dream — mind your manners!”

Kate sat quietly after her mother’s admonishment. She felt young and silly so listened intently to the others. Silva felt sorry for her. She knew it sounded far-fetched, yet it was true.

“It does sound incredible, Kate, I know, and I have no explanation, except that the Bible verse came straight to me as soon as that tall individual vanished. So I believe God was letting me know it was an angel.”

She looked kindly at the young girl. “You believe in the Bible, don’t you, Kate?”

“Of course, she does!” interrupted her mother. “And we also believe in miracles,

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don’t we, Kate?”

“I guess,” came her not-too-sure answer. Kate was just beginning to understand this was serious and real. The revelation unexpectedly caused faith to explode inside her. “Yes, yes, Silva,” she almost shouted. “I do believe it all now. I just know that I know – it was true!”

From the shining light in Kate’s eyes, Silva smiled. “I do believe you have just been touched by the Holy Spirit.” Reaching out she took hold of Kate’s hand. “That is so special you know, Kate because it means you are chosen.”

“Can I tell you a secret, Silva?”

“Sure you can — I’m all ears.”

Kate pulled her chair closer, placing her head near that of her new confidant. “When I was very little, maybe about four, I vaguely remember walking all the way down to the river.

My mother told me never to do that, and I wanted to see why. Well, all I could see was rushing water, so I went very close to the edge of the bank and leaned over.” She pushed her hair back and looked around to make sure no one was listening before continuing. “Well, I fell in. It was horrible going down under the water; I still remember the banging sound in my ears, like my heart beating in them. I don’t know what happened. I seemed to fall asleep. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the bank in the sun.”

Kate looked at Silva, waiting for her reaction. “I got up and went home and never told my mother or anyone. It’s something that remains a hazy, bewildering memory.”

Silva wasn’t sure what answer to give, yet she believed what she was told knowing in her own heart that it was true. Finally, she smiled at Kate. “Sounds like you had a spiritual experience yourself, sweet-ling. There are so many things we don’t understand now, but one day, when we are living with Jesus, it will all become clear, and we will rejoice then in our understanding.” ***** The next few days were a hum of activity, exploring the many department stores with their beautiful Christmas decorations and gifts. Everyone kept her purchases a secret, bringing the thrill of suspense into a wave of pleasurable fascination mixed with excitement.

Then on day five, after returning from visiting Joel, and enjoying a marvelous lunch at Princes Restaurant, they were met in their hotel lobby by a reporter.

He presented himself to Silva after recognizing her from the newspaper photos. “Do you mind if I speak with you for a short time, Miss Latham? My name is Eric Campbell, and I work for the Daily Mirror newspaper.”

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hotel’s many lounges. Sitting over from her, the reporter began.

“Thank you for giving me some of your time, Miss Latham. Have you seen the photo and story about when a bag snatcher attacked you in George Street?”

“No, I haven’t! I don’t think it would be a nice photo with me on the footpath in disarray.” She wasn’t sure where this conversation was going. “ I have one of the photos here.” He passed it over for her to see.

“I don’t know if I want to see this,” she murmured but took the paper. The good thing was, her picture could have been any young woman. She didn’t feel, in black and white, it looked particularly like her. What struck her as surprising was that you couldn’t see the angel. There was only a very bright light.

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Chapter 4 “I can see the picture surprises you.” Eric was serious. “And it doesn’t capture your lovely red hair. Tommy told us what happened in regards to an angelic being, yet this is all we can see in the snap.” He scratched his head. “You’ll notice the story says nothing about an angel.

We didn’t want to be a laughing stock. Then I decided to see you and get your version of what happened that day.”

His look was one of expectation. He clearly hoped she could shed some light on Tommy’s strange tale. Waiting and listening were a good reporter’s talents, and then weaving a great story with an eye-catching headline the next trick.

Silva was pondering in her mind how to answer. On the one hand, she didn’t want to seem like a crackpot. On the other hand, she wanted to witness about God’s intervention and help.

“Are you a believer in the Lord Jesus, Mr. Campbell?”

This took him aback; he hadn’t seen a question like that coming. “Well, I attended Sunday school as a child. Then church as I grew older, since coming to Sydney to work, I haven’t had the time.”

“Really!” Silva’s eyebrows raised; she stared at him with more questions ready to sprout forth. Instead, she delivered a punch-line. “So if you died tomorrow, how would you feel if God said he didn’t have time for you in Heaven and threw you into hell instead?”

“I say, Miss Latham, you sock it to a fellow, don’t you!” He looked somewhat annoyed.

“Just telling the truth — you need to wake up before it’s too late.” She looked around her, wishing this discussion to be over. “Anyhow, the truth is a man knocked me down to steal my handbag; however, a huge angel came to my rescue. So you see, Tommy’s story, as farfetched as you considered it to be, was the total truth!” She stood to her feet. “This interview is over; I am tired and wish to go to my room and rest, so you’ll excuse me.”

She got up, whirling around and walked towards the elevator. She didn’t care whether he thought her crazy or not. Glancing back over her shoulder, she observed him turning and almost running towards the hotel entrance. Lord, forgive me if I didn’t conduct myself in the best way to bear witness to you. I pray Lord for the Holy Spirit to touch his heart today, and bring him to salvation. Thank you, Lord. Amen.

Declan met them at the station on their return. Silva’s heart thumped at the sight of him, although he paid no special attention to her. He treated everyone in the same familiar and friendly manner.

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“Hello, Mother, Kate, everyone. I expect you are all tired after that long trip.” He helped to gather the bags and stow them into his car boot. Then, turning to Treasure, he explained why her husband wasn’t there to meet her.

“Mr. Latham is busy in court, Mrs. Latham, and says he will enjoy hearing about your adventure at dinner tonight.”

Nellie was fair bursting with excitement to tell of her experiences. She knew Kelvin would quip jokes about it, yet that was just his way of adding seasoning to a good tale. When all were seated and on their way home, Nellie broke out with, “Wasn’t that amazing about that reporter, Silva?” Declan turned his head slightly back to listen.

“I think you made an impression on him, the way he turned up at the hotel again before we left. And giving you that lovely rose for your lapel — my, how romantic.”

Silva froze. “I don’t think it romantic at all, Nellie; he was just being nice is all. He said that he had decided to go back to church and thanked me for giving him the incentive.”

She looked out of the car window, hoping that was the end of that, failing to see the women all looking at one another before breaking into laughter.

“Ah, Silva,” her Aunt Ella winked at Treasure, “Methinks you are naïve, my dear one.

Mr. Campbell gave you the look of a young man smitten, I’d say.” This made them all laugh some more and prompted Kate to add.

“If you don’t want him you can throw him my way; I think he was gorgeous with his smoky gray eyes and lovely curly hair.” This caused another burst of laughter to resound, yet there were two who didn’t laugh — Silva and Declan.

Sharply, Declan retorted in annoyance to his mother. “Keep Kate in hand mother; she is too young to notice boys …”

“Well, he was at least twenty-three years old so hardly a boy, Declan. However, Kate, you are too young to be noticing a man of that age.”

Silva peeped sideways at Kate and stuck her tongue out. “Serves you right,” she whispered with a wink.

As usual, their Church held its service on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas day, this being easier for the farmers out of town to attend. The summer heat – with the temperatures well up in the nineties predicted an uncomfortable hot next day. It was much more pleasant to celebrate an Outback Bush Christmas under the stars. With the night sounds of crickets chirping, and the occasional bird and other animal sounds, the darkness held an air of mystery and anticipation.

Lanterns hung around outside the church beamed enchanting lights and added to the ethereal atmosphere. One could imagine how it must have been in Bethlehem so long ago.

Pastor Elderby began the ceremony with age-old carols, putting everyone at ease

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leading up to his sermon on the miraculous birth. No one failed to enjoy the age-old story told year after year, as a reminder of God’s love for his people.

All remained when the service finished to partake of refreshments and wish one another a blessed Christmas. Every child under twelve received a small Christmas stocking, supplied and given out by the church ladies, led by Ella. Silva recalled the joy of being given one of these when she was small. The poorer families in the community being gifted a hamper of goodies, to supplement their Christmas fare. No one was left out, and the happiness as each family left that night to travel home was one of unity and good cheer. ***** Why didn’t Declan visit? He usually did on Christmas Day, so why not this year? The grandfather clock chimed five, with all in the house resting. Following the cold lunch plus festivities and with the exhausting heat, no one could be bothered doing a thing, except for Silva. Even with her ceiling fan whirling and creating a breeze, it was still clammy.

Changing from her frock into shorts and a short-sleeved cotton blouse, she felt more comfortable. She wore nothing underneath and knew her mother would be horrified, yet the rebel in her decided hot was hot, and if no one knew, then who cared? Placing that old brown hat on her head, she walked off to visit her little filly and Autumn. Neither roamed the paddock; instead, they rested in the darkened stables. Picking up the hose, Silva watered them both down, watching their enjoyment as they jogged around the stall shaking the water off.

They knew she was helping to cool them. She laughed as they watched her fill a spare horse trough with water.

“What am I doing now, hey?” Kicking off her sandals, she climbed in and sank down with relief and a sigh. Looking over, both Autumn and Cheri watched her rest her head back on the rim. Her eyes fluttered close, and she soon began to dose.

Only the lower half of her body could fit. Still, it was pure ecstasy, and with no talking or other noise, she relaxed in complete bliss. Almost immediately she was fast asleep and dreamless, with no worries — just like being a child again.

Goodness knows how long she slept. If it hadn’t been for an annoying fly that kept landing on her nose, she likely would have slept until nightfall. The darn thing kept waking her with its pestering. At first, she swatted with her eyes closed, but when it wouldn’t give up she also gave in. Enough! She would kill that pest for disturbing her rest. Opening her eyes as she climbed out of the water in anger, she discovered Declan with a long piece of dangling paspalum grass in his hand. So he was the so-called fly! How dare he wake her up; she cupped water in her hands and quickly threw it at him.

That started something, with both of them splashing each other and laughing. Then she noticed a girl in the background, watching them.

“Hallo,” she stepped forward, “I’m here with Dec. I came to surprise him for Christmas. We were close friends in Melbourne.” She stared Silva straight in the eyes

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defiantly. “My name is Loretta. We were in Uni together; perhaps you’ve heard of me.”

In your dreams! “No, not at all,” Silva answered, “apparently Declan forgot all about you!” Ha ha, that got you! Remembering her manners, yet cross with Declan for bringing a girlfriend here with him, Silva’s hands went up to her hair, smoothing long strands back from her face. She bet she looked a mess, while the other girl was picture perfect.

“Well, come on up to the house. Does Mum know you’re here?”

“How do you think I knew where you were? When your mother couldn’t find you she imagined you to be here, BUT not soaking in the horse trough, I bet?”

Seeing the way Loretta looked her up and down with distaste, Silva retorted in defense.

“Jealousy’s a curse you know; you just wish you were soaking in that lovely cool water yourself.” She ran off ahead of them both, heading down the drive and around to the front verandah.

As she supposed, her parents sat there with Nellie and Kelvin, all enjoying hot tea and Christmas cake. Flopping down next to Nellie she reached out for a slice of her mother’s wonderfully rich fruit slab, unaware of how her flimsy clothes clung to her body.

Declan and Loretta rounded the verandah, came up the stairs and took seats on one of the lounges. Apparently, everyone had been introduced to Declan’s friend, as she was included in being offered some eats.

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly drink hot tea on a hot day, thanks,” she waved away Connor’s offer of cup and saucer with disdain. “Is there any cool water?” She inquired, clearly expecting service.

Silva’s father gave Loretta his judge stare, and replied drily, “Just walk down the hall to the kitchen on your right and you’ll find it in the fridge.”

Loretta stared, taken aback; apparently she was used to giving the orders. Seeing that Silva’s father wasn’t joking, she got up to find her drink. Silva cheekily almost laughed, until her father directed his look in her direction. Quietly but firmly came his issue.

“Go change that outfit, Silva. It’s not what a young lady wears, wet like that in front of company.”

As soon as Silva took off to her room, everyone had to hold themselves not to laugh out loud. Kelvin, whose second nature was that of Joker, almost choked on his tea while trying to keep his humor of the situation in control.

“Well, that Silva sure is something else isn’t she?” he said proudly. He loved all of Connor and Treasure’s children, but Silva was his princess, and he loved her daredevil ways.

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Chapter 5 “She’s not a little girl anymore, Kelvin,” burst in Nellie, “so don’t you go encouraging her.”

She gave him a look as if daring him to back-answer, but he knew better than to reply. The laughter in his eyes said it all, as they met those of Connor’s. And both knew Connor had gotten Miss Posh Loretta out of the way, so as not to embarrass Silva with a reprimand.

“So who’s this young lady you have brought with you today, Declan?” Connor considered it must be serious for a stranger to be here with them on a special family day.

“I’m sorry. Mr. Latham; there was no way I could get out of bringing her. She turned up at the house a few hours ago, just as I was preparing to come here. I waited around at home hoping she’d go — then since she didn’t, I had to bring her.”

“Oh, I see,” and Connor didn’t need to hear any more. He had rightly summed the young woman up as one who went after what she wanted, without thought of anyone else.

At that moment, Loretta stepped out of the doorway. She glanced from one to the other of the men, with an inquiring look.

“So, have you studied law the same as Declan?” Connor questioned.

“Yes, actually, and perhaps Declan and I can form a business partnership together.”

“Do you mean just the two of you? Miss Davis!”

“Well, of course, and why not?” she smiled.

Not knowing who Connor was, or what he did for a living, she thought she knew it all.

Connor decided to let sleeping dogs lie. She would soon learn that experience was needed before she would be able to work without mentorship.

They settled into general talk about happenings in the district until Silva returned, and this time, she looked the part of an upstanding daughter of prominent parents.

“Come and sit here next to your Uncle Kel,” he patted the seat between himself and Nellie, knowing that as a little one it was Silva’s favorite place.

“Look up there, young one,” he pointed up into the darkening sky where the Milky Way had begun to glisten. “See, Silva, it’s shining down on you, a barred spiral galaxy made up of billions of stars,” Silva smiled. With him telling her things took her back in time to when she was small.

Kelvin liked to teach her about nature, and the stars intrigued her.

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“By the way,” he reached down at the side of his seat, “this was dropped off for you an hour or so back.” In his hand, he held a small wrapped gift. “Something from an admirer, I’d say.”

Everyone watched as she opened and read the attached card. She quickly closed it, and put the gift on the table without opening it. “It’s nothing. I’ll open it later.”

“Ahh,” teased Kelvin, “a secret! Now you have us all wondering.”

“Well, you can wonder. I don’t want it and will return it as soon as possible, and that’s all I am telling.” Silva lowered her head. Why couldn’t the gift be from Declan instead of Dr. Buchanan? She felt terrible; if she didn’t care for someone else, then she probably would have felt honored to be sought out by someone as eligible as the doctor. As it was, Declan held her heart and she wanted no one but him. Tears wet her eye — she got up and hurried into the house, leaving some startled people behind.

Perhaps, as her mother occasionally told her, she might act like a drama queen, but oh, how her heart pained. Declan cared for her only as a friend. That was apparent now, otherwise, why would bring Loretta with him on Christmas Day? Life was hard. No one had any idea that her heart was breaking for want of him. Oh Lord, please forgive me but I hate Loretta. Why is it her and not me, Lord? WHY? Guilt crowded her mind as she lay on her bed. Could she ever overcome her despair?

How could she hate when Jesus was her savior? It was wrong, and there was no excuse. To feel that God wasn’t arranging her life for her good was not to trust, and she needed to believe all would work out.

A knock came at her door, and her mother’s head came into view. “Can I come in darling? I know something is bothering you, and I believe I know what it is. Can you trust me?”

“Oh mother, of course, I can, please come in. I need to tell someone. I feel so distressed by my thoughts. I suffer love for one person and hate for another, and I feel sick from it all.”

“Is this about Declan and the girl he has brought here with him?” Treasure could remember all the insecurities she felt as a young girl. So mixed up and confused just as she knew Silva felt now.

“Mother, please don’t tell father what I’m about to tell you. It’s hard enough for me to talk to you about it.” Silva wiped her tear stained face and sat up on her bed while her mother seated herself on a chair.

“Silva, I promise you I won’t tell your father unless it is something that could endanger you and I don’t believe it is, am I correct?”

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devoted to one another. Your life is so complete, and I want my life to be the same. Is that asking too much?”

Treasure leaned over and took one of Silva’s hands in hers. “You know, darling, when I was your age I was a mess with the way I felt. There was so much I didn’t and couldn’t understand, I thought I would always be confused and distressed.” Her eyes looked down as she considered what to say next. She wanted to reassure her daughter and yet she didn’t desire to bring up the past. Was that right? Surely to tell would ease Silva’s own anxiety and help her to understand the meaning of the scripture that ‘all things do work together for our good.’

“I believe this is a time for confiding. There is so much you don’t know about me Silva, sad things, and secret hidden things, things that confused and hurt me for years.”

Treasure now had tears in her own eyes, as she slowly began.

“I had always believed my parents didn’t love me. I wondered why they went off together and left me in the care of my aunt. It wasn’t until that aunt went to heaven that I found out she wasn’t my aunt but my mother. It was a secret she always kept from me. The parents I considered to be mine were, in fact, my uncle and aunt.” Treasure stopped to see how Silva was accepting this family secret.

Silva got up and placed her arms around her mother. “That must have hurt so much. I have always thought your life was perfect, and now I know that’s not so. I guess we all have our burdens to bear.”

“Yes, we do my dear one. From what I have come to understand as I get older, life does work itself out. We need to trust simply and obey God. And the harder that is to do the more we rejoice when it does work out for the best.”

“Oh, mother, thank you for your wisdom and love. I pray I am just like you one day.

You are always so serene and peaceful.”

Treasure wiped her eyes and gave a little laugh. “I would never have believed I could be when I was your age. But I can believe it now. Do you want to prepare for bed or would you like to come into the dining room and hear Nellie sing?”

“I am going to listen to dear Nellie sing. One day this will likely just be a lovely memory for me, and I don’t want to ruin it.”

Nellie was no longer shy to get up and sing her heart out, unlike how she had been when she first came to live with Treasure, all those years ago.

Kelvin always looked at her adoringly, and he was often the first one to request the next song. Silva entered and sat next to her father with her mother on his other side. She snuggled up to him, listening intently to Nellie.

At nine o’clock it was declared suppertime, with Kelvin going to assist his friend in making everyone a hot chocolate before bed.

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Connor looked first at Treasure and then at Silva, “Well, it looks like I have one more gift for you to open.”

Silva rolled her eyes, “I’m scared to ask who it’s from.”

“Just open it and see,” her father passed it over.

It was a good-sized box, and his daughter noted no card present as she pulled the paper open. Now she discovered a card. Opening it, she recognized Declan’s writing.

To my sort of little sister.

Happy Christmas With love, Declan.

“Sister, huh!” Pulling the gift out she squealed, “Oh, how excellent, my very own Brownie box camera and a roll of film too. This is great! Tomorrow I will be taking photos of everything. What a wonderful surprise – I’ll forgive him the sister bit now.”

Husband and wife watched as their daughter opened the camera to insert the film carefully inside. Connor winked at Treasure and she smiled back. Their daughter was happy – so they were also.

Adam was home from helping out Grandpa Frank with the foaling. Since he still had two weeks’ holiday before returning to the bank, he was off to Sydney to spend New Year with his twin.

Treasure was content in knowing all her children were self-sufficient and able to work life out for themselves. Silva needed to decide what she wanted to do now. Treasure quite expected she might wish to return to Paris, as she never seemed to stop talking about it.

All that could keep until after New Year. By then, perhaps, they’d know Declan’s plans and it was hoped Silva could come to terms with whatever they were.

It was to be a different New Year with neither of the twins at home, yet Silva was for the first time in a couple of years. The teenage boys around town built a huge bonfire in the school paddock, with the men expected to cook a barbecue while the women supplied salads and desserts. It would be a fun time with everyone together. To city folk it would be boring; yet for all the old friends in Glen Arbor, it was a time of gathering and enjoying each other’s company.

The Callaghan family arrived together without Loretta, and Silva gave a sigh of relief.

Dr. James turned up with another doctor and two nurses, so that would keep him busy, although he kept his eye on Silva. The small Christmas gift he’d given her was returned unopened, and he was firmly informed she would not accept a gift from any man who was not related, or a close family friend. By this, he realized she couldn’t be tempted by money with her principles higher than many. Knowing this caused him to respect and want her all

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the more. She was good wife material, and he hoped he was the one to win her. For now, he’d play it cool and let her wonder. He liked to winning, so wouldn’t give up without a struggle.

Declan noticed James’s interest in Silva and didn’t trust him one bit. That man was a controller, and anyone he ended marrying would have to tow the line. What could he do?

Tonight Declan’s mother would proudly let her best friends know what her son’s life purpose was to be; it was her choice, not his, and she had groomed him for it for years. Declan was reconciled to his fate and believed it must be God’s will for him. If not, then God would intervene in some way and prevent it.

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Chapter 6 Studying law was his choice, yet he knew what was to come after and hoped in some way that he would be able to use both choices together. For tonight it was — forget the future and concentrate on the now. He wasn’t going to enjoy letting Silva down.

She came over and sat next to him. “Well, tonight’s the night you give your big secret away,” she smiled. “You have us all guessing, you know.”

“It’s not like that, Silva. It’s no great thing for me, I mean. It’s something my mother wants so don’t go thinking it was my plan.”

“So why do it then? After all, it’s your destiny so you should be happy about it.”

“Let’s go for a walk. I want to talk to you and have your complete attention.”

Both sets of parents watched them go off together and then looked at one another.

“Declan can’t go promising Silva anything, you know,” his mother Maureen burst out.

“Now, Maureen,” Rory spoke sternly, not wanting anything said that might hurt their friends. “We’ll talk about this when Declan and Silva return, and not before!” ***** The young couple walked in silence for a time before Declan began.

“You need to be careful around certain men, Silva, and that new doctor is one of them.

He has his eye on you. I’ve been watching him.”

Silva stopped in her walk and turned towards him. It was moonlight and yet still difficult to see his features clearly. “Well, if you don’t care about me in a romantic way, Declan, why should you be concerned if James does? After all, many would consider him to be a good catch.” She felt sad knowing Declan didn’t care for her the way she’d hoped.

Being a truthful person, she continued, to set his mind at rest. “When I do marry, it will be to someone who has the same beliefs in God that I do. Our church is nondenominational; we don’t proclaim that we are the only chosen people. So I want a man who is humble and feels the same.”

This sounded strange to her listener. He attended a church that avidly believed they were the one true church, so he decided to contradict her. “Silva, I respect your beliefs, yet I must differ with you. My church was the first Christian faith, so it must be right.”

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you understand, but to my knowledge, the very first Christian Church began with Jesus’ disciples, and they were called, ‘the sect of the Nazarene’, or in some bibles it reads, ‘the Nazarene Sect’ (Acts 24: 5).”

This statement perplexed Declan as he had never heard or read such a thing. Until he did in his denomination, he couldn’t accept it. “Well, I will look that up for myself Silva, in the meantime, please tread carefully around that James, whatever his name is. Promise me!”

“Okay, I promise, big brother.” She responded flippantly.

Declan was uneasy. He felt anything but brotherly towards her; in fact, he wasn’t sure that what he felt was not love. He wanted to grab hold of her and declare his feelings, yet there was no way he could. It wouldn’t be fair to give her false hope, and he was a man of integrity, so he said nothing. Instead, he changed the subject.

“So what do you intend doing, Silva? Are you considering a profession or are you still in doubt?” He placed his arm around her, directing her back to the lights and their parents. It would be midnight and a new year soon, so they had better be with the others.

Silva gave no response. She wanted to hear what his plans were before she thought about hers. So they walked on until back within the circle of light and laughter.

“Ah, here they are,” Rory patted his tall son on the back. “Now is the time son; it will soon be midnight, and all is to be announced the New Year.”

This time, it was Declan who failed to speak. He felt like he being given the death sentence, yet his mother would never do that to him, he knew. “Okay all, here it is then.”

There was no use beating around the bush, so he would say what he had to say, and watch Silva hate him.

“For years now my mother has had a secret desire, and that is for me to go to the seminary. To do so, it is better if I have a degree under my belt, so it was my choice to study law. I am now legally acknowledged as understanding the laws of the land. Next, I will study and understand the laws of God. I enter the church in two days’ time.”

“No!” screamed Silva, “You can’t do that. What are you doing? Are you mad? Once you do that, you can never marry. You take vows and promise that you’ll live your life in an unnatural way. That’s not for you, Declan, that’s not for you!”

Silva rounded on his mother, “How could you do such a cruel thing to your son?

How?” She was trembling and shaking; she felt so cold as if she was dying, and indeed she felt she was. It was too much to bear, and she didn’t think she could endure the horrendous pain. Her heart was breaking. Holding her head down as she didn’t want to watch him leave, yet knew when he left their circle. He and his parents, carrying their belongings, walked over to their vehicle, packed everything in and drove off.

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was going off to another life, an unnatural world and they had lost him.

Connor’s own heart felt like it would break for his daughter and what he had witnessed. She was more than distraught; that was obvious. Now both he and Treasure knew why Kate wasn’t brought along tonight. Garth was away in the city and staying with his university friends. If he’d been the eldest, then this would have been expected of him instead of Declan. Connor agreed with what his daughter said when she queried how Maureen could expect this of her son. He couldn’t understand it either. Jesus set people free; he didn’t bind them up. He didn’t expect sacrifice; he had been the sacrifice once and for all.

Shaking his head in anger and disgust, Connor suggested they be on their way home.

Because of bringing chairs and food, they had the car. It was only a short distance to the house, but Treasure was glad they didn’t have to walk. She wasn’t sure that her daughter’s legs would carry her in the condition she was in.

Connor picked his daughter up in his arms and carried her to the back seat, and then Treasure climbed in to nurse Silva’s head on her lap. Stroking her daughter’s forehead, Treasure spoke gently, pouring out her soul with love and compassion. How could anything she said bring peace to a broken heart?

Silva awoke next day wondering if she was dead. It felt like it — as if her heart were torn from her chest, thrown on the ground and trampled on. How could she get over this? The pain felt unbearable! Nothing mattered — how could it when her world got broken apart?

A knock came on the door, and a head peered around. It was Kelvin, no smiles on his face, only deep concern. He opened the door wider for Nellie to enter, bearing a tray containing hot tea and a plate of toast.

“Here we are — a good spot of tea will give you some strength.” Placing the food on the bedside table, Nellie perched on the side of her beloved child’s bed.

“There, there, Silva, your mother told us all about it, dear one. We are sorry. You know we love and want the world for you, don’t you?”

Kelvin backed her words up. “This is tough, little one, very tough, and at the moment I know you feel you will never get over it. Everyone in this great big world goes through this at some time in life, you know. Nellie has and so have I. But look at us today — you’d never know that, because we got on with living and God replaced our loss with something much better.”

Silva could not imagine this precious pair ever suffering her kind of heartache. Yet as she thought about it, and knowing the little her mother had told her about the family secrets, she guessed it must be true. She considered how her father must have felt, losing his leg in the war. The terrible pain and grief — then he had to learn to walk with a prosthesis.

Nellie was speaking again. “Now you can become better because of this wound, or you can let bitterness overcome you. We know — don’t we, Kelvin? — What a soldier you

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are and what a brave heart you have, so this will make you stronger. Now, drink up that tea before it gets cold.”

She got up to bustle Kelvin out of the room with her. They had both said their piece and now prayer was the answer. They would pray for Silva and Declan, as this wise pair understood it wasn’t his choice.

Silva lay on her bed feeling like a dead lump of lead. She didn’t want to move; it was just too difficult. Then anger rose from deep within. Declan’s mother had no right to place a burden like this on him. Why hadn’t she given up her life to become a nun? Yes, why hadn’t she? How could she expect her son to do what she didn’t do herself?

Then Silva made her own New Year’s resolution. She would pray every day for Declan to truly find the Lord in a personal relationship. She believed if he did, then there was no way he could remain in the priesthood. Thinking this made her feel happy. After all, nothing was impossible with God, nothing.

With this revelation, Silva sat up in bed and reached for her tea. She drank a cup and ate a slice of vegemite on toast before pouring the second drink. She would need all of her strength every day. This was now a battle for Declan’s life, and Silva knew that if she prayed long and hard enough, God would certainly answer. Why he could even answer if she only prayed once. On this note, she got off the bed and carried the tray back to the kitchen.

Not finding any of the family, she went out onto the veranda, yet no one was there either. Strange? Next, she knocked on her parents’ bedroom door and, with still no answer, opened the door and went in. The outside sunlight shone into the room and onto the photo of an old fashioned nurse hanging on the wall. Silva stood and looked at it as if seeing it for the first time. The scripture underneath spoke about fear. ‘God has not given us a spirit of fear.’

True, he hasn’t. No, God had not given anyone a spirit of fear. This picture once belonged to her great-grandmother. Perhaps she too needed to hang onto this promise.

Another feeling touched Silva, that of being a servant to others in need — forgetting self and remembering how Jesus was a giver. Right there and then the Holy Spirit seemed to dally close by, and her destiny came whispering. She would train to be a nurse.

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Chapter 7 And so it was that on January 18th, 1951 Silva went for her interview with the matron of their country hospital. Treasure would have preferred her daughter to go further afield for her training — where the people she began caring for as patients would not be familiar, as it might prove to be embarrassing.

But Silva desired to remain close to the family home, not that she could sleep overnight as that wasn’t permitted. Matron was very strict about rules.

“The nursing staff resides in the nurses’ quarters,” she instructed. “You will be permitted to go home for two days once a fortnight. You will study or attend lectures on any other time off.” No smile of kindness ever shown, and that word discipline became the most spoken word.

Matron Jessup ran her hospital with strict discipline. Never married, the hospital was her life, and she ran it like a military camp.

She stared hard at Silva over her glasses on that first day while reading her the riot act. Silva only half listened with amusement, thinking Matron sounded like a gramophone record stuck in a groove. Don’t laugh; she needed to keep reminding herself, but with that droning voice it was very difficult not to.

When Matron finally put her pen down and stood up, Silva realized the interview was over. Had she been accepted? She couldn’t remember hearing she was. Oh well! – She was informed to follow as Matron marched off, her shoes clicking hard on the polished floors.

Her recruit ran slightly to catch up, feeling rather like a lamb led to the slaughter. Arriving at the place where uniforms got made and dispensed Silva was handed over to the seamstress. It was then that she understood her career was beginning.

Eleven other girls began the six weeks of prep in nursing school at the same time.

Silva discovered a few of them were from the same high school in the next town where she once attended. The rest were from outlying districts and had gone to boarding schools in Sydney. And one of them said she was there because her aunt was the matron.

This girl, by the name of Sarah Brown, felt she could lord it over the rest because of who she was. Silva prayed they would not be sharing the same bedroom, and thank God Sarah was placed with Josey Ward who would know how to handle her.

Silva ended up with Sharon Dyer, whom they all called Shaz. She was a hoot from the beginning, and Silva loved her. They laughed about everything, and both found it difficult not to laugh at the wrong time.

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disappointment over the cap, saying it ruined her hair.

On their first day in school, they all presented dressed in uniform and standing in line to be examined by the tutor, Sister Gwen Ryan. Shaz was in trouble from the beginning due to her hair protruding into her forehead. She was sent off to hide it all under the stiff white cap.

Sister Ryan paraded up and down, checking out each girl, even lifting her dress to make sure a petticoat was worn beneath. Stocking seams at the back of legs needed to be perfectly straight, with no visible ladders. When she was satisfied that everyone met the criteria, the students were led downstairs to what would be their school and lecture room for the next three years.

Silva had a curious nature and enjoyed to learn, so she was a very good student. The weeks passed with nothing heard from Declan, although his mother passed on information to her mother. Her brother Adam was back at work in the bank following his holidays away.

Silva saw him on her days at home, and sometimes he visited her in the nurses’ recreation room when she was off duty.

She and Adam spoke of Declan. She confided her feelings for him and Adam agreed to pray for Declan to have a change of mind or for God to intervene in some way. Adam informed her that it took eight years of study before Declan would be fully ordained. This gave Silva extra hope, and she knew she would persist in praying hard. Meanwhile, she’d continue to study diligently. She wanted to graduate with top marks.

So far she managed to evade Dr. James Buchanan when he did his ward rounds. This was because most of the nurses adored him and kept track of visit times. This suited Silva — she didn’t wish to have any trouble with him. There was talk he was seeing that stuck-up Phyllis Granger, who now worked as a vet nurse for her father. Silva didn’t know whether it was true or not and didn’t care.

Then after she had been nursing for seven months, and was coming off day duty one afternoon, she walked into the elevator to find James in there already. What a shock! Her face flamed, and she didn’t know what to do. Doctors were at the top of the hierarchy at the hospital, so she could be in trouble if she slipped up in showing respect for his position.

James was well aware of his superiority and smiled, his eyes lighting on her mouth with a hungry gleam. “So, I finally caught up with you, Silva! I heard you were working here, yet have failed to see you around. I hope I see more of you.”

“I’m very busy, Dr. Buchanan,” she decided to keep the relationship strictly on a professional level.

“Come on, you know my first name, and I know yours, so stop this pretense.” The lift stopped, and he stood back to allow her to exit first. Silva hoped no one saw, as it was the rule for doctors always to walk in front. He walked along with her into the staff dining room for afternoon tea.

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“Will you sit with me?” he inquired.

“You know that’s not permitted. I’m a student, and we have to follow strict rules.”

Silva attempted to side-step him and walk to a table where some of her friends sat staring.

“You are not permitted to approach me, but if I invite you to sit with me you know, you are obliged to do so.” He smiled and placed his arm around her back to guide her over to a small table for two at the side of the room.

She had to go, but her legs felt like wood, and she knew this was not going to work out for her good. Sitting with him, they drank tea and ate cake while James questioned her about her nursing.

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing slush work? It’s not the job a girl like you should need to do. Do you know that?” He was leaning an elbow on the table; looking into her eyes and making her feel uncomfortable.

“I don’t agree,” she retorted. No one was close enough to hear their conversation, so she decided to speak her mind. “If this is what I choose to do, then it’s my own business. I wasn’t made to be a bird in a cage, thank you. I was born to fly, and I will!”

“And like a bird, you’re a chirpy little thing, aren’t you? Well, have your fun — you’ll likely tire of it.”

Silva looked at her watch, glad to have an excuse to flee. “I have a lecture in five minutes, so I have to run. Thanks for the tea.” Her friends were walking towards the exit, and she hastened her pace to catch up to them, knowing they’d rib her but not caring. It was far better than listening to James sprouting off his opinions.

Tutor Sister Ryan glared at her, and Silva knew she was in for it. No sooner did she sit down than she got called out of the room. At least the other girls would not be privy to a ticking off. Sister marched in front of her until they were well out of earshot of the others.

“I’ve just received a call regarding you, Nurse Latham, and I am not happy. Can you guess what it is all about?” At least she was being given a chance to speak for herself, so that was good.

“Sister, I beg your pardon. First of all, I don’t like to break rules, and I told Dr. Buchanan so. He informed me that if he asked me to have tea with him, then I was obliged to do what he said.” She felt like crying as sister looked so stern.

“You are a good student nurse, and I have received fine reports from the wards about your work, but rules are rules. Now, should Dr. Buchanan approach you again, you have my permission to refuse him? And if he persists, then refer him to me. Can you do that, my dear?” Her look was much kinder now that she knew the truth. “Now go back to class and we will say no more about this episode.”

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there was plenty to be said when they reached the nursing quarters later. Sarah Brown coldly told her that she’d better watch herself. Then Sarah’s roommate, Josie, told Sarah that she had better watch herself. So Silva knew they were on her side and that made her feel better.

Nothing more was seen of Dr. Buchanan by Silva. Whispers circulating implied he was under surveillance by Matron herself and had been informed he was not to accost student nurses in the future.

Thank you, Lord, Silva prayed when she heard she was protected from him. There were plenty of women willing to receive his attentions, so there was no need for him to pester her further.

Relating the story on the phone to her mother before she heard it via the town grapevine, Silva felt relieved when she was reassured. “You’re our daughter, Silva, and both your father and I would put a quick stop to any gossip spoken against you.”

Treasure told Connor all about it later — with Connor deciding if the doctor tried to pursue his daughter anymore, he would take legal action. This would not look good on any of the doctor’s background security checks.

Silva enjoyed her days off and went home to see everyone. They were all dear to her heart. Her little horse, Cheri, thrived and was growing as expected. Mother and daughter recognized Silva on sight and ran to her as soon as she was spotted. Silva suspected the carrots they received were the real attraction. Like children, they loved their treats.

True to his word, her brother Adam prayed with her for his mate Declan on every occasion that she was at home. In his correspondence with his friend he didn’t mention his sister, as she requested him not to. However, he did let Silva read Declan’s letters, which were full of his studies and life in the seminary. He mentioned about being grilled concerning his reasons for wanting to become a priest. Having studied law, he was well able to give a justifiable answer. Sometimes, though, he wondered whether his mentor was convinced.

Reading between the lines, Adam felt his friend was unhappy and finding his promise to his mother a burden. Adam told Silva nothing about this belief as it might give her false hope, and she didn’t need that.

As Silva’s yearly exams rolled around, she was confident of doing well — not only did she pass but she came first in her year, which gave her family reason for celebration.

Shaz was to return home for her four-week holiday. Her family lived over a hundred miles west of Glen Arbor. It was now two weeks before Christmas and Treasure asked Silva if she would like to invite her friend to stay with them for a few days. They would celebrate Silva’s good marks with a barbecue and some friends over. Shaz was only too happy to remain and attend. Since the train going to her part of the Outback ran only twice a week, she could spend four days with them before having to leave.

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Chapter 8 Adam had met Shaz on a few short occasions when she appeared wearing a uniform. To see her now in midsummer wearing a poplin dress and sandals turned his head. By Jove, she was a good sort; he confided in Kelvin. Kevin hid his smile with a turn of his head; he knew if he laughed aloud it would be the last time young Adam entrusted him with his confidence.

So seriously, Kelvin agreed. “She is at that, mate. She’s a keeper for sure, so you better make your move or she might be taken over in the holidays by some other young fella, back home.”

Adam decided this was wise advice. The next day after breakfast while Silva was busy with her filly, Adam asked Shaz if she would like a tour around their property. Being in the town since the late 1800’s it consisted of ten acres, being larger than many of the other blocks. He considered she would be in awe of his father’s plane, so he took her to see it.

“Dad’s been giving me lessons for a time now, and I’ll be going for my license a week before Christmas. Maybe I could fly out and visit you?”

Shaz was impressed both with the plane and with Adam. He was tall, with dark mahogany hair and his mother’s beautiful green eyes. With his solid bank job and being from a good family, Shaz knew her parents would approve of him.

“I’d love you to visit, Adam — that would be a real treat for my family. We have plenty of flat country for the plane to land. The Flying Doctor has dropped in more than once.

And if Silva can come also, my family would be pleased to meet you both.”

Shaz knew that having Silva as her friend was double the bonus for Adam’s acceptance since she would only date him if her family were happy.

Adam went to work during the day and was busy at the bank with Christmas on the way. He looked forward to coming home and seeing Shaz at night.

The barbecue was good with all the extended family included. Kelvin and Connor manned the cooking, while the older women helped with the salads and setting up. Adam’s cousin Andrew seemed to take a shine to Shaz, and Adam was glad Kelvin advised him early in the piece to make his claim.

“She’s a corker mate,” was how Andrew described Shaz to Adam soon after meeting her. “The way she wears her hair with that scarf tied around is flipping splendid.”

“Told you,” replied Adam, “but don’t forget who saw her first — okay, mate!” This got spoken as a gentle warning. There would be no competition between these cousin roosters.

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During the day, Silva and Shaz enjoyed time together. Then after dinner at night, Adam took Shaz out for a stroll under the stars, just the two of them.

Treasure, Connor, Kelvin and Nellie silently watched and wondered where this was headed. Silva was thrilled and hoped it would proceed all the way to the altar. She could think of no better sister-in-law, which would be after Shaz completed her training and graduation as a registered nurse, of course.

Adam got his pilot’s license and the first place he flew off to was Sydney to share his happy news with his twin, Joel. The two spent two days together, with Adam the first of the family to meet Joel’s girlfriend, Mitzy.

“Not sure if she’s the one yet, bro, but we met at church, so that’s a good sign.”

“It sure is,” Adam agreed. For some reason, he kept quiet about Shaz and how he felt about her. Of the two men, he was the most reserved about his relationships.

On return to Glen Arbor in the beautiful Vision Valley, Adam planned to remain at home with his family until after Christmas. He could see that Silva was missing Declan.

Although she hardly spoke of him, she would sit on the front verandah for ages with a faraway look of hurt on her face. Hoping to cheer her, Adam spoke about visiting Shaz while he was on his annual holidays. Silva didn’t return to studies until the end of January, so it was good to have time together. She was thrilled when her brother spoke of her flying with him for the visit; arranging this to be, three days after Christmas.

Treasure invited Declan’s family for Christmas lunch, and they accepted, except for Garth who would be visiting his brother at the seminary.

Silva’s heart wasn’t into celebrating. However, she knew it was about forgetting self and concentrating on what God did for the world. So that’s what she needed to do. How would her self-pity make her loved ones feel? She would mess up everyone’s happiness.

On Christmas Eve she drove fifty miles with her mother and Aunt Grace to a bigger town to buy gifts. Hers would be small yet special for each person. Before returning, lunch was eaten in a small I that served wonderful salads. Talking and taking their time eating the two older women reminisced about their first Christmas — and how the town had grown since then.

For the first time in her life, Silva heard about how Uncle Marcus came to live there and met Grace, who was the new schoolteacher. She felt amazed to know that Grace never expected to marry and that her mother and Aunt Ella helped her improve her appearance and confidence. Silva would never have guessed her Aunt Grace was once a shy introvert. It opened her eyes more to the fact that everyone suffered from one drawback or another. Now Aunt Grace was a beloved wife and mother, plus the friend of many.

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profession behind; Grandpa Frank left England to come and live near his daughters. So many lives became changed when people counted their blessings and trusted God with their futures.

And now it was her turn. She must begin to live and be thankful and happy.

Christmas Day was a quiet affair with it raining, something that didn’t often happen at this time of year. The Callaghan’s arrived at eleven to help with lunch, while the men sat on the verandah talking about anything that came to mind. Declan’s mother, Maureen, pulled Silva aside and hugged her.

“Silva, I am so sorry if I hurt your feelings.” She leaned back, looking into Silva’s face. “I would never deliberately hurt you; I don’t know what to think anymore. From the time Declan was small, I desired for him to be a priest. Yes, it was my desire, and I am beginning to think I was very selfish.”

Silva had been angry towards Maureen. Although she never spoke of it, the anger still burnt in her heart towards this woman. If these words had been spoken a year ago, Silva likely would have responded hastily and told Maureen off — as it was, she hugged her instead, feeling a surge of love for the woman.

“Don’t let it worry you, Maureen. No matter what we want in life, if God isn’t behind it, then it fails. For whatever reason, this has been God’s plan, and because of it I am growing in acceptance and gratitude for other things.”

Yes, looking at Silva, Maureen could see this was true. This young woman was beginning to take on the serenity of her mother, and it made Maureen wonder what she was missing.

“I heard you are having a special Thanksgiving service for New Year’s Eve at your church, Silva. Do you suppose I would be welcome?”

“Of course, you would. We are not a religion as such. We are Christ-followers and accept everyone as our sisters and brothers. It would be a joy to have you with us.”

“Well, let’s go and help your mother and Nellie get that turkey and everything else onto the dining room table. I am beginning to feel I fit in. I have isolated myself for far too long.”

Silva didn’t say so, but she did agree and felt it might be a turning point for this proud woman. She certainly prayed so. ***** A few days after Christmas when the weather was fine and sunny again, brother and sister took off in their father’s aircraft to visit Shaz and her family. The journey was quicker and less tiresome than by road. Adam was very good at navigating. Most roofs were painted red or green, but Shaz’s father had painted the roof of his shed yellow so there would be no mix-up for the Flying Doctor, and now it proved handy for Adam.

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The sound of the aircraft brought the family outside running to greet their company.

On a property of thousands of acres and no close neighbors, visitors were rare and very welcome. Shaz, being the eldest of eight brothers and a sister, was also her mother’s helper, so she must have been sorely missed when away living at the hospital. Silva wondered why Shaz rarely went home on days off. Now she knew the family simply couldn’t afford for her to travel home every two weeks. They weren’t poor, but money couldn’t be wasted.

The children attended the School of the Air in their home and proudly showed Silva their classroom, together with the wireless set used to hear and speak with the teacher.

They were all very proud of Shaz and her training to be a nursing sister. They hoped she’d work with the Flying Doctor some day.

All the children had shortened names. The youngest was Rollie (Roland) just four and the oldest still at home was Zai (Izaiah) at seventeen. He planned to be a mechanic to help on the property. Rollie hung around watching with big eyes. He wanted to sit next to Silva at the table for lunch and later asked if she’d marry him. Silva seriously said she’d think about it, and was careful not to laugh.

Following lunch, Silva helped Shaz’s mother clear up while Adam went for a walk with Shaz. It was later after they’d flown back home that Adam told her about giving Shaz a gift and asking if he could be her boyfriend. “Yes, she said, yes! And she loved the locket I bought her.”

“I’m very glad, Adam. She’s a lovely girl, and her family is great. I hope all goes well for the pair of you.” She flicked his hair back off his forehead as they walked toward the house. “Will you tell the folks about this?”

“I don’t think so at this point. I’d like to keep it to myself and enjoy the feeling of it first. She’s my first real girlfriend — all the others have been short dates, so nothing serious.”

“I know, Adam, and I won’t say anything. It’s your life and sometimes it’s nice to nourish your happiness to yourself. I haven’t spoken much about Declan to anyone either.

You are the only one to know the most about my feelings.”

Dinner was served as they walked into the dining room. “Nothing fancy tonight, everyone,” Nellie announced while placing a large bowl of mixed salad onto the table.

“It’s still good tucker, with boiled eggs and cold sliced lamb. We even have a loaf of damper your dad collected from the bakery on his way home.”

“Yum,” Silva’s mouth salivated. “I love that bread with Mum’s plum jam — that will be my dessert.” She took off to collect her favorite from the fridge.

Time passed faster that year for Silva and Shaz. They felt like sisters and did as much together as they could. Their shifts on the wards differed, yet they still got time to spend in each other’s company. On Shaz’s fortnightly days off, Adam picked her up and took her to his parents’ home, which was much nicer than remaining at the nurses’ quarters. Every three 39

months he flew her home to her parents and stayed overnight, bringing her back the next day.

Silva met a nice radiologist and occasionally went to a dance or the pictures with him.

They became occasional friends with a firm understanding. Garry Wyman was English and working in the Outback for the experience. He intended to spend two years there and then go on to America for a further two years. He told Silva that once he got back home to Birmingham, he would settle down and marry, but until then he wanted to please himself.

This suited her fine — to be just friends with no commitment.

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Chapter 9 Gary went home with Silva for Easter and other times just to visit. Grandpa Frank enjoyed their talks about the old country. He had never been back to visit and didn’t plan to, although he could have flown now, which was faster than by ship.

“No, Australia is home for me with my family and good friends and nothing can compare with that.” He had said these same words tons of times.

Why was it, Silva wondered, that older people always said the same thing over and over as if no one had heard them the first time. They are so quaint and funny, and I suppose I’ll be the same one day, she laughed to herself.

Silva’s birthday was on the ninth of September and Shaz’s birthday was the twentieth of the same month, with both turning twenty-two. As Shaz had the time off and could go home for that day, Treasure and Nellie arranged a birthday tea for the girls when they both had the evening of the fifteenth off work. Matron was approached by Treasure, requesting special permission for Silva and Shaz to visit home for three hours. Matron reluctantly agreed as both students had good records. She firmly stipulated they be back in their quarters by ten o’clock.

Adam planned to ask Shaz to marry him on that night, and he did with a beautiful solitaire diamond ring. She knew she couldn’t do better plus she was in love with him. Shaz would wear her lovely ring on a chain hidden under her uniform. Nursing students were required to be single.

Shaz loved to bring the ring out and look at it all the time when she was in her room with the door locked. “Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, Silva?” She twisted it around in the light to cast rainbow patterns on the wall.

“It is beautiful, indeed, Shaz. Are you happy?”

“Of course, whatever do you mean?”

“Well, I wondered if it was the ring you loved or Adam.”

Shaz got off the bed and picking up her pillow threw it at Silva.

“What a thing to say! I love the ring because I love Adam. If someone I didn’t like wanted me to wear it, I’d hate it, you silly duffer!”

“Just making sure, that’s all, and glad to hear it. Adam is special, even if he is my brother. He has a caring thoughtfulness in all he does. He loves you above and beyond, you know.”

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I graduate I could still work here at the hospital if I keep a good record.” She was still twisting and admiring the ring as she spoke. “It’s a good thing that once trained nurses are allowed to marry. I have to keep the engagement secret for just over a year. How will I ever do that?”

“Don’t worry, you will,” Silva replied. “And the time will go so fast — why, we have almost finished two years! It’s hard to believe.”

“You better get some sleep if you’re going to be up at five. I’m on an afternoon shift, thank God. Oh, before I forget to ask, is Declan’s mother still attending your church?”

“Not all the time,” came a sleepy answer, “but I believe it changes her when she does.

She is very mixed up about faith, so she and mother and Nellie do a Bible study together every week. Now I’m off to sleep, so don’t talk again. I’m on the mean Sister Graham’s ward tomorrow, and you know what a tyrant she can be.”

“I do! Goodnight, Silva, God bless.”

“Same to you, sweetness.” Before long Silva’s deep, slow breathing indicated she was in slumber-land.

Shaz felt tired also, yet before she fell asleep, she prayed for many things and thanked God for others. Then she considered her happiness and Silva’s yearnings for Declan. She prayed with all of her heart for God to do something and bring him back to her friend.

When working where Sister Graham was in charge, the staff walked carefully on eggshells. This sister commanded one of the women’s wards, which consisted of a long Nightingale room with ten beds, and four two-bedded rooms.

Today as a second-year student, Silva had a first-year student under her. This meant she was responsible for anything that Nurse Dawson might do wrong in any way.

Today their shift was to care for patients in the Nightingale ward. It was not long before the patients’ lunch, and Matron was expected on her morning rounds accompanied by Sister Graham. All the patients sat up in bed clean and tidy as if awaiting a royal visit, and indeed, Matron acted the part. She walked to each patient in turn and chatted to some, asking kindly about how they were feeling.

As she approached the side of little old Mrs. Symonds’ bed she let out with an angry, “And what’s this!”

Turning back the bedclothes for a better look, a used bedpan met her eye. Silva looked over at the younger student who looked distraught. Gathering up her courage, Silva hurried to Matron’s side.

“Oh dear, I am so sorry, Matron, I don’t know how this was forgotten.” She picked up the mess and quickly covered the steel pan with a paper sleeve, then walked over to Nurse Dawson, giving her the pan for disposal. Washing her hands with haste, she returned to the

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two senior staff still standing to wait beside the bed. Her heart sunk, knowing what she was in trouble on return.

“Nurse Latham,” Sister Graham began her reprimand in front of all. “I expected better of you than this disgraceful lack of duty. You are responsible for making sure everything is in order before Matron’s rounds. How you could possibly have missed this, I don’t know!” Her beady eyes stared Silva down, making her feel like some dirty, distasteful object.

Knowing that no excuse would be accepted, Silva still realized it was up to her to make amends. She could almost hear her mother say, now mind your manners and be diplomatic.

“Matron, Sister Graham, I have no excuse for this, and I take full responsibility. I apologize to you both — and also to you Mrs. Symonds.” She turned to the elderly lady and patted her arm. Mrs. Symonds’ eyes twinkled with mirth, and she smiled cheekily at Silva.

She thought this to be a lot of fun.

“I hid it. I didn’t want anyone to find what I did because I’m playing a game of hiding and seek.” Looking past Silva to Sister Graham, she continued. “Ruth, why did Matron mess up my fun? You know how much I like to give the order for everyone to seek! It’s not fair; now my game has been ruined.”

Sister Graham was now the one to answer and out of respect for the elderly dementia patient who had once been her schoolteacher, she was at loss for words.

Silva took the lead when noting the look of dismay on sister’s face. “There, there Mrs. Symonds, how could Sister Graham know about your game? She only just entered the room.

I’m sorry for not telling her; it was entirely my fault. I won’t forget next time.”

“Well, see that you don’t then,” retorted the old lady making Silva want to laugh at how funny it all sounded. Turning to sister and Matron with a very straight face and total respect Silva spoke her apology again. Surprisingly, Sister Graham and Matron looked at one another and smiled.

Matron answered, “All’s well, nurse — we would not have ruined Mrs. Symonds game for the world, would we, sister?” They walked off to finish their rounds, leaving a stunned Silva standing looking after them.

Relating the incident to Shaz over lunch, the two had a good laugh.

“So how was Sister Graham later, after Matron left? Did she hunt you down and haul you over the coals?”

“Actually, no, she didn’t. I was very surprised. She commended me for handling it with diplomacy and respect for who Mrs. Symonds was. I think I am now in her good books.”

“Oh, I would love to have been a fly on the wall to witness all that. It sounds like a scene from those hilarious ‘Doctor in the House’ movies!”

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“Well, looking back now, I can see it as funny, but I felt mortified at the time. Listen, mate, please don’t go telling everyone. I don’t mind your family knowing as it won’t get back to the hospital grapevine, but it would sound unethical if Matron were to hear I talked about it.”

“Sure thing, honey, it’s our secret. Then when we become sisters ourselves we’ll tell the story because it’s too good to keep quiet.” ***** On her next visit home and at the meal table Shaz related the tale to her family. They laughed so hard that some had tears in their eyes. All except for Rollie because he was too young to understand the fun of it. Shaz got Adam to promise he wouldn’t tell his folks back home because that was up to Silva, if and when she decided to.

Shaz and Adam were very much in love and spent hours together when she had days off. They planned to be married in early December in a year’s time, following graduation.

Their wedding would be held outside, at her parents’ farm, with the Latham’s helping to share the food bill. ***** In the middle of her third year of training and on night duty, Silva was working in the maternity annex. It was not where she was supposed to be working, but the sister who was usually on duty had suddenly been taken ill with food poisoning and, as a third-year experienced nurse, Silva needed to fill in for her.

She felt nervous doing so, but there were only five patients and all had delivered, so the shift should be a quiet one. Silva prayed this would be so.

Around three in the morning, one of the babies began to cry, and no amount of comfort seemed to settle him. Silva did everything she could; she rocked him while walking up and down, then giving him a drink of boiled water. In the end, he was taken to his sleeping mother to feed, hoping for that to calm him. Silva was so busy that she didn’t at first register a buzzer from another patient situated at the far end of the hall. As soon as she could, and not knowing how long it was since the buzz, Silva rushed to see what was wrong. The patient, a young first-time mother, lay back against the pillows with her eyes closed and bed light on.

“Yes, Mrs. Riley, so sorry to keep you, have you been waiting long?”

The woman opened her eyes slowly. “That’s fine, nurse, nothing to bother about now, the other sister has been and taken care of me. I needed something to sleep. I had a bad dream and couldn’t rest after it. Sister was so sweet. She made me a cup of hot milk, and I am ready to go off again now.”

“What sister was that, Mrs. Riley? I’m the only one suppose to be on tonight.”

“I don’t know who she was, dear. I haven’t seen her before. She was dressed in the

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old-style uniform, with the dress to her ankles — you know, like they used to wear about thirty years ago. I wondered about that, but she knew what she was doing. Funny thing about her, though, she didn’t speak once, and a glow shone all around her.”

Silva reassured Mrs. Riley that all was well, switched off the light and left the room puzzled. Who could that have been?

After checking the other rooms, the pan room, and kitchen — all were empty, quiet and in order with no one other staff member other than herself visible on duty.

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Chapter 10 Silva thanked God when morning came with the day-sister to take over. She related the story as told by the patient asking who the mysterious sister was.

The day sister looked shocked. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, nurse,” she apologized. “I have never experienced her myself, but over the years many others have. We don’t fully understand it, so please keep it to yourself. We don’t want to raise the alarm, do we?”

There was no way Silva would say a word even to Shaz. She remembered all the fuss that time in Sydney when protected by an angel. She didn’t want the same problem it caused back then. Surely the sister from last night was an angel also. How comforting it was to know, like the scripture said, “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” God knew her feelings of insecurity about being left alone so had sent her a helper.

It was difficult to settle and sleep that day. Silva’s thoughts concerning that sister kept on surfacing in her mind. How she wished she could have seen her for herself. How incredible the supernatural spirit world was — beyond what anyone could ever imagine.

She felt in awe, if God loved her so much to send his angels to keep guard over her then he also heard her prayers about Declan. She knew it was written about a time under the sun for all things, so that included being patient and waiting for that time for her prayer to be fulfilled. With this reassuring comfort, her soul rested and very soon, she fell asleep. ***** Her Brownie camera was a much-loved hobby, with photos taken of her family and friends at work and play. On Silva’s two days off she walked to stand on the hill where she could look down over the valley towards Declan’s home. There was no camouflage this time, as none was needed. With her camera, she set about taking snaps of his home, the river and all around. It felt like she was on top of the world from where she stood, delighting in what lay before her.

How she loved this part of the world, and now that she was back she had no desire to go anywhere else. She sat down watching the Callaghan homestead with Maureen hanging washing on the line, while Kate ran around playing catch with her dog. It was funny watching her, and then a black car drove up, and someone alighted from the driver’s side.

Maureen ran to greet him with a hug, and so did Kate. Silva’s heart skipped a beat. It was Declan. She was sure of it, yet without her binoculars, it was hard to make out. Watching the way he walked she was certain it was him. Excitement bubbled over inside like a flame catching fire. So long –such a long time since she’d see him, tears flooded her eyes to overflowing.

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“Oh, Declan, I love you so, I do. This is hard. I don’t know how I can see you knowing you’ll leave again.” Placing her camera in her carry bag, she started for home. The comfort of loved ones was where she wanted to be to feel needed and secure.

Just after finishing dinner that night and while all were still at the table, a car drove up. Everyone looked at each other wondering who it could be.

“Were you expecting anyone, Connor?” Treasure inquired. He shook his head, getting up to go to the front door. Voices could be heard, and before Silva knew it, her father returned with his arm around Declan’s shoulder.

“Look who we have here, everyone,” Connor beamed.

“Declan, mate,” Kelvin went over to pat him on the back and shake his hand. “To what do we owe the honor?”

“Oh, Declan,” Treasure rushed to hug him, followed by Nellie. Everyone began talking at once, and Silva was forgotten. She sat watching, frozen to her chair unable to move. When all the excitement died down, Treasure remembered her presence.

“Silva, what are you doing? Get up and greet our friend,” turning back to Declan Treasure let him know; “Adam won’t be long. He’s in the office on the phone to his fiancé.”

Declan hardly heard her. He was staring into Silva’s eyes. She stared back mesmerized. Finally, she stood up while he walked over to her and took her hand.

“You’ve grown even more, and now you’re soon to be a professional woman; I would never have imagined the change. How long before you graduate?”

“Two months,” she murmured weakly, hardly able to speak. She felt like she’d cry and her mother realized it.

“How about we have a cup of tea,” she said to break the tension. “Do you want one, Declan?”

“I’d rather take a walk with Silva if you don’t mind, Mrs. Latham.”

“Go right ahead and take your time. We’ll have it when you both return.”

Silva felt shy — why was he asking her to go for a walk? There was nothing to say that hadn’t already been spoken. She didn’t want to hear his tales about the seminary like he’d been writing to Adam. She walked out of the house, silently, in front of him. Before she could walk solo down the verandah stairs, he caught her hand and held it. They walked together towards the stables, easily seen in the moonlight.

“I’ve got something to tell you, Silva. I’m leaving the seminary!”

Silva stopped walking — astounded! What would he tell her next? “So then, what are your plans? I thought you were doing it for your mother. What will she say?”

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She felt afraid of what he was going to tell her; unsure if it was something else that would hurt her.

“I’ll tell you all about it. Let’s go and sit on that log. It will take a while to fill you in.”

He sat down and drew her close beside him. “What happened was this, each one of us was asked by the bishop why we were entering the priesthood, why we wanted to become a priest. My answer was: ‘Because my mother always wanted me to’. Well, the bishop asked me what I wanted; did I want to be a priest. I had to tell the truth and it was difficult in front of everyone there.”

He stood up and began to pace around, running his fingers through his hair and Silva could feel how tough it had been for him to profess that.

“I said that I studied to be a lawyer, and that’s where my heart belonged, but since my mother wanted it I would do my best to serve. Well, nothing was said to me at that time until later when the bishop requested my presence. It was then that he told me I was released from my promise.” He shook his head, amazed how this had happened.

“The bishop was kind, but he stipulated it needed to be my desire to be a priest, not someone else’s. Mum felt bad when I relayed that.”

Silva thanked God in her heart. It was his time now to be who he wanted to be — and here she was in her chosen profession and almost finished her training.

“Why are you telling me this, Declan? Not that I’m not glad to hear it, but why me?”

She got off the log and walked towards him, desiring to know his reasons.

“Silva, I had only ever thought of you like Adam’s sister until I saw you on my last trip home. I fell in love with you as soon as my eyes were filled with your sweetness. It was like a bolt of lightning hit me, I was struck! I’m sure at that time you knew something happened. I couldn’t make any declaration because of where I believed my destiny was to be.

I must tell you the temptation was very hard. I had sleepless nights, but I didn’t wish to cause you any problems.”

He put his arms around her and drew her close. Bending down, his lips met hers in a tender kiss. “Do you care anything for me, Silva?”

Did she? She was crazy for him, and yet now that it could be confessed she hesitated, and he waited. She looked up at him. It was a perfect night and more so now since his admission.

“Yes, I do care, Declan. I have always cared. I didn’t understand what the feeling was when I was younger. I wanted to be around you, and I made a pest of myself. Now you no longer see me as a nuisance, so I’m glad of that.”

“But do you love me? Enough to marry me? I hope so.”

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Silva felt she couldn’t breathe. This being beyond her expectations. Did she want to marry him? There was nothing she wanted more!

“Well, Declan, I do love you. However, I would expect for you to ask me better than that.” After waiting so long for him and all of the hurt as well, she was positive he had better make a more romantic job of asking. She stood her ground in serious anticipation. Nothing would make her give in.

“You’re right, and I ask your pardon.” With this, he went down on one knee before her. “Silva Rose Latham, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? I will love you, protect and care for you forever, so please give me your answer.”

Under her breath, she counted to ten; a lady must not be too eager. Finally, her whispered answer came. “Yes, Declan, I love you, and I’ll marry you.”

Their kiss fuelled with love and passion — a kiss that came after much anguish and separation and one that meant a promise for a new life.

“Come, let’s go and tell the folks, your’s tonight and mine tomorrow after we buy the ring.” He lifted her left hand and kissed the third finger.

Silva fairly skipped into her home. Declan, with a firm hold of her hand, strode beside her side. The folks looked up at their entry, sensing the news when seeing their radiant expressions.

Kelvin clapped his big hands together and tipped his head back to chuckle. Connor arose, went to them and put an arm around each. Treasure voiced what everyone wanted to hear, while Nellie sat in anticipation.

“Tell us what’s going on, now — straightaway!”

Silva looked at Declan. He was promised to be her spiritual head so he could tell them.

“Well, firstly,” he began. “I am not going to be a priest.” That news got Kelvin to give an ear-splitting whistle.

“Next, in front of you all, I would like to ask Mr. Latham if he has any objections to my marrying his daughter. She has answered yes, I might add,” he looked at her with love.

“No objections at all, son. You have always been a part of this family, and marrying our daughter will make it legal. We couldn’t be happier, could we, my love?” he held his hand out to Treasure who had tears of joy glowing in her eyes. Wiping them quickly away, she hugged the couple with one arm each, and then kissed them both on the cheek, pronouncing a blessing on them.

“We are speechless and thrilled, may God bless you both, eternally.”

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Next Adam walked in. All this time he’d been speaking to his Shaz. “Well, I never,” he guessed, without even being told.

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Chapter 11 Silva felt she wouldn’t sleep that night even at home and in her own bed. So much was happening and very fast. Her heart rejoiced, and her mouth praised God with happiness.

Her family was thrilled. There was no man they liked better for their daughter, sister, and friend. Adam phoned his brother, Joel, informing him, although they would have to wait a fortnight for Silva’s days off for a party to celebrate.

Excitement seemed to fill the air, and Silva remembered the kiss she and Declan shared on the verandah that night — before he left for home. It was intimate and beautiful.

Perfect because of the love they shared.

I am sure all the angels in Heaven were singing, dear God. Thank you for the blessings pouring down on us, and thank you for your angel messengers sent to protect and care for us. I feel special beyond compare.

The night air felt refreshing with the ceiling fan purring overhead. Thankfully, the heat of the day had cooled, and it was easier to relax. Silva stretched out on her bed and covered herself with only the sheet, wondering what kind of ring they would choose on the morrow. She wanted it to be a joint agreement. Many things to do with her and Declan passed through her thoughts and before she realized it sleep took over, cloaking her in dreamless peace.

“Good morning, all,” she bounced into the kitchen next morning feeling happier than in a long time. “How is everyone, Mother, Father, Nellie, Kelvin,” she did the rounds kissing them all on the cheek. “Isn’t it a perfect Friday? Declan will be here shortly. We are going shopping for a ring.” Ecstasy shone from her almost like an aura stretching to touch all around with the joy of love.

“Good morning, little girl,” her father beamed.

“Oh, sweetheart, we have all been saying how thrilled we are at how everything has worked out.” Treasure placed her teacup into a saucer as she said this and picked up a slice of toast to spread with honey.

Nellie got up to serve Silva a bowl of porridge, placing it before her on the table.

“I don’t know if I can eat much, Nellie. I feel full up.”

“Full to the brim with love,” Kelvin nodded with a smile, displaying his big teeth.

“Anything you don’t want just pass it this way to your Uncle Kelvin. It’s my birthday, you know,” he said with a laugh.

“Birthday Shmurfday,” Nellie swatted him with a tea towel, “you always use that

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trick to get more. Where you put it, I don’t know. Your legs must be hollow.”

This being spoken in good humor. For years Kelvin declared it was his birthday as a joke, and Nellie always responded likewise as she did this morning. How Silva would miss it when she and Declan married. That brought up a new thought, where would they live? Surely they wouldn’t leave the valley, no way!

Silva brought this up with Declan when they drove off together an hour later.

“Declan, we won’t be moving away from Glen Arbor, will we?” She looked over at him, hoping against hope, he would say no.

“I haven’t thought that far ahead as yet, my sweetheart. Let’s take one day at a time with faith that God will open the right doors and close the wrong ones. How does that sound?”

“Yes, but — I don’t want to move I love it here, and our families are close.”

“I hear you, honey, and I feel the same, but don’t forget when we pray we agree ‘thy will be done.’ Do you want our will or God’s?”

“I guess when you put it like that; God’s will is the important one. He sees the bigger picture concerning all of his children, without mistakes. Yes, I will trust in whatever the Lord wants.”

It was exciting trying on different rings and holding her hand up to admire each one.

They were all so lovely, yet none spoke to her about being the special one.

“Haven’t you got anything antique and different?” Silva felt she’d seen them all, yet it didn’t hurt to ask.

“I do have a ring Outback,” the jeweler responded. “It was here ten years ago when I purchased this business and looked out of place among these modern pieces. It’s tucked away on a shelf all alone. Would you like to see it?”

Silva looked at Declan who nodded, “Yes, sir, we would.”

Silva fell in love with it the moment the little ring box lid opened. Even before Declan took it from the box and placed it on her finger, she knew it was just right. She and Declan looked into each other’s eyes and knew this was it.

The diamond was quite large and encased in a star shape, with three little diamonds coming down each side. It was exactly right, she and Declan agreed. She hoped it wasn’t too expensive.

“I never thought anyone these days would buy this — they all want the modern settings,” the jeweler told them. He mentioned a modest amount, telling them it was good to see it go to a lass who had the good taste to appreciate it.

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As they left the shop, with the ring on her finger, Silva expressed to Declan that perhaps she shouldn’t be wearing it to their party.

“This ring is our promise to each other,” Declan told her. “Please keep it on.”

“I can’t at work, though,” Silva informed him. “I’ll keep it on my chain close to my heart then. We are not permitted to be engaged or married while training, but since I am almost finished, I will wear it when not on duty and too bad what any of the old biddies say!”

“Now is that my old strong-willed Silva speaking?” Declan laughed and hugged her to himself. “Don’t ever change, my darling. You’re a breath of fresh air. ***** All the other students in her year were pleased and gathered around to admire and congratulate her, eyeing her engagement ring and proclaiming its beauty. Even Matron’s niece, who had a boyfriend now, was pleasant with Silva.

“That’s what she needed,” Silva declared, “Look how different she is.” Yes, it was nice to see the other girl happy. Perhaps she’d thought she’d end up single like her aunt, but now she was just one of the girls, and it showed.

Silva’s next due days off would be Friday and Saturday, so the engagement party got scheduled for Saturday night. Her shift back was on Sunday afternoon so she could sleep in that morning if need be.

Aunt Ella took over from Treasure, declaring the party would be in the church hall with her and the ladies doing the catering. Treasure was to enjoy her daughter’s special time.

Everyone was happy with this arrangement, even Declan’s mother, whose ideas were changing. She was even talking to her family about the Bible and what she’d learned.

At the kitchen table one night, not long before the party, she amazed everyone by telling them the first Christian faith was named in the Book of Acts and called the Nazarene sect (Acts 24: 5) “I had to come home and look my own Bible up and it’s true! Why have we been deceived all these years?” “ Mother, I’ve heard that before, let me see,” Declan read the passage aloud. “Why they’re talking about Paul, this is amazing.”

His father, Rory, said with a laugh, “So many people want to get in on the act when something becomes recognized. And that’s why,” he turned towards his wife, “I like to go to a church with no ties. We are one in Christ, and that’s it.” He scratched his head in thought.

“Even so, not everyone feels like I and God love’s them just the same. Anyone who believes in Jesus and what he did for us is a part of God’s family. And amen to that I say!”

Back at the Lathams and sitting around the table before clearing away, Nellie announced. “I want to make you a lovely new dress and Declan a shirt for your engagement, as a gift from me.”

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“Why, Nellie — you are always the thoughtful one.” Silva ran around the table to hug and kiss her. “You sew beautifully. Now I will have to look out for a pattern and material — the weather’s heating up so it will need to be a light, cool fabric.” She looked over at her mother, “The pressure is off us to remain in the nurses’ quarter now that our student days are almost up. We are given more independence to study for exams. But, Mother, could you get some material samples for me? I think yellow would be nice. It’s a good color and suits my hair shade.”

“Do you trust me?” Treasure teased.

“Of course, you have excellent taste. There is none better, and you know it. Why you have never stopped being ahead in fashion!”

“That’s because Paris is ahead of us in Australia and Madame Jeanne-Marie still sends me the latest monthly fashion magazine, and they have an occasional pattern included.

I received a gorgeous pattern for a day dress a couple of months back. It will be way ahead of the style here.” She looked excited. “Nellie could whip it up in a couple of days.”

“What’s it like, Mother?”

“Well, it’s a lace sheath, cocktail length with a lovely portrait neckline, which is very flattering in shape. It would suit you to perfection without being over dressy for a country town. I have the pattern inside the glory chest in our room and will get it out tomorrow.”

“What about the material? If it’s going to be lace, it will need to be soft.”

“Ahh, I’ll phone Anthony Hordern’s Emporium in Sydney tomorrow and explain what I want, requesting a few samples. They will have the best.”

Her mother gave her typical serene smile, and Silva wondered how she remained the tranquil person she was, and always in control. Her father still gazed at her like a young man in love. Silva wanted a marriage like theirs, of caring and sharing everything.

“While on the subject of clothes,” Silva just had a thought, “would I be able to wear your wedding dress, Mother? I have always loved it, and that fashion hasn’t dated.”

Treasure looked thrilled. “Why, that would be special for me, Silva; I feel honored.

Have you spoken of a date for the wedding yet?

“Not yet, I don’t wish to wait too long, but there’s much to be considered. I am hoping I will be one of the students requested to work at my hospital. Also, there is the consideration of where we’ll live, plus Declan needs employment.

“Hmm,” Treasure looked thoughtful, “well you’ll both work it out, and before you know it, you’ll be a married lady.” Treasure could not for the world imagine Silva as domesticated. She was too outlandish for that. She made a great nurse, as Treasure had often been informed, so there was hope yet.

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Chapter 12 The engagement party night arrived in true magnificence. Fairy lights were strung around outside the hall, presenting a charming picture on the warm spring night. Over a hundred family and friends were invited, including Matron and Sister Graham among other hospital staff. They had an old-time band for dancing, and everyone quickly got into the swing of having a happy time.

Silva’s dress turned out to be spectacular, and she looked stunning. Declan also looked very smart in a yellow linen shirt and gray trousers.

They stood at the door greeting everyone as they arrived. Matron and Sister Graham came together and looked very different in dress-up clothes. Matron stared at Silva’s dress, never having seen one like that in their town.

“Where did you get that dress, my dear?”

“Mother had the pattern and Nellie made it for me.”

“Well, it is very feminine and unusual.”

“Mother worked in Paris and other cities as a model in her younger years and still keeps in contact with Madame Jeanne-Marie.”

“Would that have been at the Lanvin Fashion House?”

Treasure had just walked over to meet the matron when this question arose.

“Here’s my mother now, Matron. Mother I’d like you to meet Matron Jessop. Matron and Sister Graham, this is my mother, Treasure Latham.”

“Treasure, that’s a very unusual name.” Matron scrutinized Treasure’s face with a puzzled look. “I once followed the fashion magazines as a young woman. There was a model only known by the name of Treasure …” She was almost asking a question, yet good manners prevailed.

Silva laughed with merriment. “This is she, Matron. My mother dropped out at her peak — my dress sense still portrays her perfection.”

Matron and sister seemed humbled, “I feel privileged, Mrs. Latham. To think I have been in this town for years with the famous Treasure and never knew until now; life is strange, is it not?”

“Yes, it is, Matron,” Treasure smiled at her and turned to Sister Graham, “Lovely to meet you too, sister.”

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“She certainly is,” was the answer.

Silva felt a rush of pride in her mother, and she couldn’t have agreed with their statement more. Treasure was the perfectly poised lady. And Silva felt her father was the complete gentleman even with his slight limp.

Uncle Marcus and Aunt Grace arrived without their son Andrew. “He broke his arm this afternoon and is a patient in your hospital,” Uncle informed her. “Grace wanted to stay with him, but he’s sleeping now so we’ll go back tomorrow.”

“That’s no good, Uncle. I’ll look in on him myself tomorrow afternoon. He’ll have his arm elevated and be on pain relief for a while.”

“Why do they elevate the arm?” Grace questioned.

“Well, with any injury there’s swelling, and when there’s plaster on as with a fracture, it becomes more painful. So the arm is raised to stop the swelling.”

“Thank you, Silva, you sound like your training has been extensive. Congratulations for tonight.” They shook hands with Declan and went in search of Connor and Treasure.

As the arriving guests dwindled, the engaged couple headed for the dance floor and a waltz. How nice it felt to be in each other’s arms swaying to the Platters song, ‘It’s Twilight Time’ and gazing into each other’s eyes. Am I dreaming? Is this real? I hope it lasts forever; Silva felt enraptured at finally being with her dream man.

The night passed in a haze with opening gifts, and the fathers are giving a speech before Declan thanked everyone for making their night a memorable one. By the time the guests left at midnight, Silva knew she would be glad to get her shoes off and crawl into bed.

Declan insisted on seeing her home. “I’ve neglected you too much already and have to make up for those years away. I used to pray you wouldn’t fall for some Casanova.”

He stopped his car in front of her home where the lights blazed. They couldn’t be seen in the car, so Declan took her into his arms and claimed her lips. Silva floated, on fire with her love for him. At last, he released her, climbing out of his side and running around to open her door. Helping her out, he caught her in his arms once more and gave a quick kiss. “Run in, princess, you looked very glamorous tonight, and I feel proud that you are mine at last.”

“Night, Declan. I’d better get some sleep. It’s work again tomorrow evening.”

He stood watching as she ran up the steps, onto the verandah, and through the front door. Turning slightly, she gave a wave and was gone. Declan would be glad when they were finally joined and never parted again. ***** Her graduation was tomorrow, and true to her word Silva wore her engagement ring

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every moment, not at work. Matron and the sisters, including her tutor sister, knew as Silva wore it to class. No one said a word. Because Silva wore hers, Shaz decided she would also.

They both felt very happy about their prospective marriages and shared their ideas on wedding preparations, colors, flowers, and attendants. When Silva shared that she would wear her mother’s wedding gown, Shaz wondered if she could wear her mother’s.

For now, they concentrated on a dress to wear to graduation. Here Treasure came to the rescue for both girls, with Nellie as the dressmaker again. Both chose narrow straps on a cocktail gown of mid-calf length. Silva chose emerald green and Shaz lavender blue. Since buying shoes to match their dresses was difficult, and since the cap and gown were black, Treasure suggested black patent leather high-heel sling backs. The choice was perfect.

The next day began with a flurry of excitement for graduation and the end of student days. Shaz’s family made the trip and would bunk down overnight at the Lathams. Her siblings were awe-struck by the hall crowded with people, dignities, and flashing cameras.

Included in the ceremony, were professional photos of each student in academic dress and later a group photo to taken with the tutor sister. This signified their progression to sister status, together with upgraded uniform and the rewarding head veil.

With three years behind them, their hearts swelled with the pride of attaining higher importance. As each student received congratulations with a handshake and rolled-up certificate, the crowd clapped, acknowledging their achievement. Declan with his family was among the crowd, with everyone thrilled for Silva. She had matured beyond expectations.

Now just one day remained as the student bedrooms were vacated and left ready for the next year’s group. Three new graduates held their breath in anticipation on that day, hoping to be invited to remain in the new status of registered nurse within their mother hospital. The rest were off looking for a complete change. Both Silva and Shaz were among the ones hoping to be picked.

To find their names on the list together with Matron’s niece sent them into elation.

They would start in February of next year until then it was a much-needed break with much to do. Declan came to help Silva home with her belongings and Adam helped Shaz.

After a late lunch, Adam and Shaz flew off to her home, arriving before the family who traveled back by car. Adam unloaded her things placing everything in her room. Shaz set about making a huge stew to satisfy a tired, hungry family on their return. Adam assisted by setting the table and making a pot of tea to refresh them before the family arrived.

It was only four weeks until Christmas 1953, and Declan left after unloading Silva’s luggage into her room.

“I guess you are tired after all the excitement,” he held her in his arms savoring her lavender perfume. “I’ll let you be, and see you after lunch tomorrow. I’ve got some business to see to before that.” He kissed her and left, saying goodbye to Nellie as they passed in the hall.

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Silva did feel worn out; the last three months had been packed with study, exams, her engagement, and graduation as well as leaving the nurses’ quarters. Just reflecting on everything was done, she was relieved it was over. Letting out a loud sigh that reached Nellie’s ears, she stretched out on her bed and didn’t want to move.

There was a knock on the door and Nellie’s head popped around the corner. “So you’ve had enough? I don’t doubt it either. Now, you rest, and I’ll bring you a lovely hot cup of tea and a piece of fruit cake — or would you prefer a sandwich?”

“Nellie, you are a lifesaver. Tea would be wonderful with a cheese and tomato sandwich. I’ll count it as lunch — I’m just so weary.”

“Well, old Nellie is here to take care of you now, so just relax and I’ll be back in a jiffy. The kettle’s boiled so that I won’t be long. Now, don’t fall asleep until you’ve eaten.”

With that, she hurried off away quickly to prepare a tray.

I’ll miss her and mother pampering me. How nice it is to be home with nothing to think about. God is good and knew how to work my life out better than I did. Her eyelids began to get heavy as Nellie came back into the room.

“Here you go, my love, this will fill you up and then you can sleep all afternoon.

Would you like me to wake you up just before dinner if you’re still asleep?”

Silva sat up high on her pillows, taking the cup and holding it to her mouth to sip before answering. “Yes, please, Nellie, I should be feeling much better by then.”

Nellie handed her the side plate bearing her sandwich. “Now, see that you finish this all up, and I’ll be back later to collect the tray — okay, love?”

“Fine, Nellie,” she replied, “and thanks.” As Nellie sailed out of the door, Silva finished off her sandwich and tea, before sliding down on her bed and falling asleep almost immediately.

Dreams crowded her mind, so confusing and real they caused her to squirm. Here they were, she and Declan, standing at the altar preparing to say their vows to one another, yet looking towards where the guests sat, she only saw empty chairs. Suddenly and without saying a word Declan walked off into a group of trees, and then he began to run away. She was left standing with the minister, holding on tight to her bouquet.

With a stressful heart, Silva awoke. What was the meaning of this? Dreams weren’t supposed to be obvious, yet sometimes they held a message.

Sliding from her bed, she padded off barefooted in search of her mother.

She was sighted first by Nellie who gave her the nod. “Well, you’re awake. Dinner won’t be for another hour or so, but if you feel like a drink, your mother is on the verandah with lemonade.”

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“Thank you, Nellie” and she wandered out to sit beside her mother. Without asking, a drink was poured. “I’m sure you could use a glass of something cool.” Handing it over, Treasure relaxed back against the lounge cushions.

“What a perfectly lovely day, so restful and quiet. Do you feel like that now, my darling, with all your running around over for a while?”

“Not quite, Mother. I did when I lay down for sleep, but I had a horrible dream, and now I feel confused. Do you think God speaks to us when we are sleeping?”

Treasure considered this, “Well, he speaks to us in all manner of ways. Tell me what you dreamt — that has left you feeling distressed.”

So Silva related the story, feeling sick in the pit of her stomach as she did. “What do you think it means? Does this mean I won’t marry Declan after all?

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Chapter 13 Treasure sat with eyes closed. Silva was fully aware that she was praying for discernment to give a right answer. When Treasure opened her eyes, she reached over to hold her daughter’s hand. “I feel this isn’t bad, Silva, but rather that Declan has some unfinished business that he has to take care of. Has he mentioned anything to you?”

“No!” she was mulling everything over in her mind. “He’s going to seek employment and hopes to get something not too far away to drive.” She sat sipping her drink, and then suddenly remembered what he said when he first came home.

“Well, when the bishop spoke with him and later told him that to be a priest he should have a calling on his life, it was emphasized he should want it himself, not do it to please his mother.” She looked down at her hands thinking about the conversation.

“Apparently, the older priest, his superior, was not happy about him leaving. From the way Declan describes him, he sounds like a bully. He felt he could control everything that Declan did and then find fault. When Declan informed him what the bishop had said and that he would be going home, that priest laughed at Declan, saying he was a failure, and he always knew he would be. Then he shouted at my poor man, calling him names and insisting he leave there and then. It was ten o’clock at night, Mother, where was he supposed to go? It was degrading!”

She appealed to her mother, “Perhaps it’s got something to do with that?”

“Has Declan said any more about this to you?”

“No, he hasn’t, but I’ve been busy, so he wouldn’t have liked to bother me.”

“You need to ask him if something is bothering him, Silva. It’s time for you both to share with each other and pull together as a team.”

“Okay then, I’ll ask him after dinner tonight. He’ll be here to eat with us.”

“Oh good, we enjoy having you both around. Adam has asked whether he and Shaz can live here with us for a while after they marry. Your father has agreed. It can only be up to one year, and they will not be guests; they will need to share the housework.” Treasure gave a little chuckle over the rules part and the way Connor lay down the law.

Silva nodded at this news. “We are unsure as to what we are doing yet. This is another subject we need to discuss tonight.”

Nellie cooked a beautiful roast chicken for their meal, with potato salad, and their garden tomatoes, lettuce, cucumber and beetroot, a perfect meal for a warm night. Connor was half an hour late coming in the door, so he washed up quickly and hurried to the table.

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He looked worn and tired. After saying grace, he got straight into eating.

Treasure stared. “Why, Connor, didn’t you have time to eat lunch again today?”

“You don’t miss a thing, do you, my love?” He buttered his bread and cleared his throat.

“Have you got a job yet, Declan?” Connor inquired.

“No, sir, I wanted to be at Silva’s graduation and help her after that. I am getting stuck into it now.” He looked over at Connor, not knowing if his future father-in-law thought him to be shirking his responsibilities.

“Good,” was all that Connor said for a minute. Silva and Declan looked at one another perplexed. What did her father mean?

Connor poured a cup of tea for himself and then leaned back in his chair. “How would you like to come and work for me? I have about four times the clients I began with and besides that I have the court to preside over. What my wife and I have decided is for you to take over much of the office work, with me only going in one day a week. I’d have court the other four.” He sipped his tea and added, “It would be nice not to hurry my court duties, but to span them out throughout the day.”

“Well, if you are sure, Mr. Latham, then it would be wonderful.” He and Silva looked at one another. This became wonderful news for them. “When would you want me to begin?”

“Just as soon as possible,” Connor spoke with a serious face that broke into a smile.

“No, son. You have a week to tie up any loose ends; I think that should suit you. And in case you think you will work on Saturday, the answer is no! I will be placing a sign in the window that from now on no more Saturdays or holidays. People will just have to be more considerate and come when we are open.”

“That sounds great. I know in the big cities they keep business hours so it’s good that we will also be.”

Silva cleared the table, and Kelvin was going to help Nellie wash up. Treasure would sit and talk with her husband.

After getting a couple of raw carrots for Autumn and Cheri, Declan and Silva walked off to the stables. How Silva loved these two horses. But what would happen if she couldn’t take Cheri to live with her one day?

“Declan, we have to talk. Is there anything in regards to leaving the priesthood that is unfinished?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“Because I have a feeling there might be. Is there?”

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“I didn’t want to say anything about this. I’m still in a quandary as to what to do.” He fingered his beard. “It’s like this. The priest, who was over me is in the hospital and possibly has cancer. We parted on bad terms, yet I feel I have to visit him and make amends.” Reading the look of apprehension on her face, he continued.

“I would take my father with me, as it’s always wise to have a witness, especially because of my experience. You know that if we have something against someone, or if they have something against us, we should do our best to make amends.”

“Yes, I understand that Declan, and I wouldn’t want anything to come between us and our marriage. So you go, and I will be praying for you that all ends well. How long would you be gone?”

If we take the early morning train, stay overnight and see him the next day, we should be home late the day after. That’s three days, all told. So I would see you again on Saturday.

Then we’ll have seven full days to work out everything else.”

“Sounds good.” She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to her. “I love you, Declan Callahan. You are a very good man and I know God loves you too!”

He laughed and kissed her back, “It’s always nice to hear that!”

“Is it!” she answered with a cheeky smile.

He hugged her. “I have to tell you some more great news. I spoke to my father about renting an apartment for us. He yelled at me that didn’t know I remember he said he would give his three kids ten acres each. He has hundreds of acres, so he wants us to have some of it. He said he wants it to stay in the family, as did his parents. They gave the lot to him, and he wants to share some now with us.”

Silva’s eyes opened wide in amazement. “So we just need to build a house!”

“Yes!” he laughed, “Unless you want us to camp there in a tent.”

“You! — So where do we live until we get the house rolling?”

“To tell you the truth Silva, I couldn’t see how we’d get a house, but now I have a job we are on the way. My father says we can live with them, or we can have the shearers’ cottage until needed again in a few months. I would prefer us to have our space. I will have to visit the bank and see how we can go about getting a mortgage. I think I’ll work for a couple of weeks before I do that.”

“There’s no hurry — I mean there is, but it’s best not to rush into anything.”

Silva couldn’t believe how life was turning out with one blessing after the other. Soon they would need to work out a date for the wedding. It was late November, so two months before returning to the hospital. She had saved a little, but it wouldn’t go far. Perhaps waiting until she’d worked for six months also would be best. Then she could take three weeks’

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vacation, which was half of the annual total, and they could marry. Well, best if they talked about this next week.

Hand in hand, they walked slowly to the house under a sky full of twinkling stars. It seemed they had been together all their lives, and it felt good to be in one another’s company.

“Adam and Shaz will be living here for a time after their marriage. I wonder when their marriage will be.”

“It will be in God’s good time,” her beloved answered, “He never makes mistakes.”

Declan and his father left very early the next morning, with his brother Garth to meet them at the Concord West rail station.

Father Roberts was a patient in the Repatriation Hospital there, as he’d once been an army chaplain.

Visiting the next day, the two men walked solemnly together without speaking. They prayed at breakfast that morning for all to turn out well and believed it would.

The hospital was larger than expected, with walkways and annexes running like a maze through the vast grounds. After finding which direction Father Robert’s room would be situated, they were on their way.

The older man lay propped up in bed with eyes closed. He seemed to have shrunken in the few months since Declan had last seen him. His bedside table held only a folded newspaper with glasses on top and looked deserted and lonely. Seeing this, Rory whispered to his son that, as soon as able, he would slip out to the hospital kiosk and buy some flowers.

Declan wasn’t sure whether to sit and wait for the patient to wake up or to arouse him.

The decision was taken away when the priest opened his eyes, looking first at Declan and then Rory, with surprise.

“Hello, Father Roberts, we came to visit you,” Declan began. “This is my father, Rory Callaghan.”

Rory stepped forward and shook the offered hand. “Pleased to meet you, Father, you are in a good place here it seems.”

“I’ll be in a better place in heaven if I get there.” He spoke slowly and looked in Declan’s direction. “I want to apologize to you, son. You’re a good man, and I had no right to treat you harshly. It’s been preying on my mind a lot since I’ve been here.” A tear escaped his eye and rolled down his weathered cheek.

Declan stood still; he felt he needed to listen without interrupting. He withdrew a clean, folded handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the other man.

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your going, believing you were leaving to chase forbidden fruit, and I was angry due to my selfishness. Then the bishop corrected me, and we talked about it. I thought you left due to his suggestion, not your will. Can you forgive my bitterness, Declan?”

“Yes, sir, I can, and there is nothing to forgive. We all make mistakes, and I have made plenty. May I pray for you, Father?”

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Chapter 14 The three men bowed their heads, and Declan prayed a simple prayer of thanksgiving for their reconciliation. Rory added to his prayer for Father Roberts to feel God’s peace and love.

As soon as this was finished, Rory slipped out to purchase flowers while Declan remained to talk about old times and then inform the older man what he would be doing with his life. This time spent together brought healing to both.

Eating their evening meal accompanied by Garth, they related the day’s events and how glad they were it worked out as it did. Declan made a decision to write to Father Roberts every week, including him in the town happenings.

Saying goodbye to his family the next morning, Garth promised he would return home for the wedding.

“I’ll keep you to that, little brother,” Declan clapped him on the back and then hugged him. Rory stood back, watching the good relationship between the two.

Silva with Maureen and Kate met them at nine that night. She couldn’t wait for the next day to hear the news. As soon as they settled in the car, Declan’s father shared their experience.

When he finished, he asked Silva, “Do you think you’re an apple or a pear?”

Declan roared with laughter, only the two of them knew what he was talking about.

“She would have to be a mango, Dad! Hungered for, good looking and delicious.”

Now it was Rory’s turn to throw back his head and laugh.

“What’s all this about, Rory?” Maureen questioned when seeing the puzzlement on Silva’s face.

“Aww, that priest. He likened Silva to forbidden fruit. So I just wondered what kind she would be. It seems she became an enigma in the disappearance of one of their promising shepherds.”

Seeing the humor in this, everyone laughed.

“Well,” Silva got in between laughing, “Since I am forbidden fruit, I choose to be a custard apple, unique and highly desirable.”

This caused more laugher. Then Silva broke out in song. “In my heart, there rings a melody, there rings a melody with heaven’s harmony …” Everyone sang with her until they reached home.

“Give three rings on the phone when you get back, Silva, so I’ll know you’ve arrived

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safely.” Declan stood on the car running board, then bent in to kiss her goodnight.

“Will do, Declan, see you tomorrow.” He stood watching as she drove off.

Christmas passed with rain and a great hot Christmas feast with all the trimmings.

Both engaged couples spent half the day between families. Declan worked between then and New Year, while Connor enjoyed the rest and flew off to Melbourne for a few days with Treasure.

In the early new year, Nellie would be off to Perth to visit her sister, but no amount of coaxing could get Kelvin to go away for a holiday.

‘No, mate,” he told Connor. “When Nellie returns I’ll choof off out to Frank’s if you don’t mind. He has a quiet work period then, and we can trot off fishing and enjoy time together. I like mixing with his Aboriginal friends, cooking in campfires and such. That’s my idea of a holiday.”

“That sounds fine, Kelvin. We just wanted you to get a break from here. Frank is always asking you — so he will be pleased.”

Silva cooked while Treasure was away, then again in replacement of Nellie. “I need to do something,” she declared, “and also get in the way of organizing meals.” In fact, she enjoyed working out a menu every day. The encouragement may have been the new General Electric range. Connor bought it to replace using the wood stove during summer.

Silva loved that range. It had four hot plates, two ovens and a place to keep food warm on top of the second oven. Nellie wasn’t too sure of change, but watching Silva enjoy it helped her overcome her apprehension. It was easier and faster than the fuel stove, plus it didn’t heat the room as much.

Nellie expressed her appreciation once she began to try it. “My goodness, what next?

This is amazing and lightens the load. It turns on straight away too — no waiting ages for it to heat up.” She proudly spoke of it to all of her friends, with many coming to see it work.

Silva took it all in her stride, declaring Nellie could have full use again after she returned from holidays. Nellie couldn’t wait to share the news about it with her sister and requested Silva take a photo of her beside it. Silva took a few so that Nellie could choose her favorites, but Nellie took all of them to show everyone interested. She felt proud and privileged.

Declan settled into his job as the town lawyer, becoming well liked and trusted. He enjoyed the work with an assistant to run errands and help with straightforward legal matters.

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They could succeed also, no matter the obstacle. And of course, Connor’s obstacle was walking, due to his old war injury.

Shaz came to stay for a few days in mid-January. Both girls spoke about their weddings, with Silva sharing that she and Declan had decided at the end of July.

“September is spring, so the weather should be pleasant then,” Silva predicted. “Oh Shaz, I just had a brilliant idea.”

“Oh no!” Her friend rolled her eyes. “I bet you’ve been reading the Anne of Green Gables books again.”

“So what! This is a great idea. We could have a double wedding. Of course, Adam and Declan would need to agree, but they are best friends just like we are.”

Shaz thought about this, “Well, just don’t go asking that we honeymoon together, alright? I am looking forward to it being just Adam and me.”

Silva felt hurt. “Of course, I wouldn’t do that, silly. I don’t want you hanging around us either. But it would kill two birds with one stone, and we don’t need to look the same. Has your mother said you could wear her wedding gown?”

“Yes, she has, but there is a tiny tear under the arm, and I would like some pearls sewn around the bodice.”

“Sounds good. Well, you ask Adam what he thinks tonight and I’ll ask Declan. This would be easier for your family too, Shaz, as the traveling is a lot for them.”

Shaz nodded. “You’re right there; we’ll just see what the fellows think of it — first things first.”

“Look, Silva,” Declan was unsure when she approached the subject later. “This day is more about the bride, so if you are certain you don’t mind sharing with your friend, then I don’t mind either. I think it would be a lot of fun.”

Shaz and Adam came looking for them out the back of the house. “Well, what do you think about this, Declan?” Adam asked.

“Tell me your answer first.” He didn’t wish to put Adam in a position of feeling obliged to agree with him.

“As long as the girls are okay with it, I don’t mind,” Adam smiled happily. “We have done a lot together in our life, so this will be one more thing, hey.” He hugged Shaz to him.

“So I suppose we inform the folks over dinner tonight then,” Adam continued.

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Declan placed his arm around his fiancé, smiling down at her before answering.

“I guess!” The sooner they were married the better, he wanted to add.

Life went back to as normal as possible when the two young women returned to their jobs. Shaz was allocated to the children’s ward, and she enjoyed being there.

Silva got placed in emergency and almost panicked; terrified she might not have enough experience for such a fast-paced area. Each new graduate sister had a mentor. These mentors were mature nursing sisters and strove to help them settle in. It didn’t take long for Silva to adjust to the workload and the variety of ailments. For this, she had her mentor to thank.

She thrived in her new job with time passing quickly and before she knew it her turn for two weeks of night duty arrived. How she disliked that shift! Her body confused the days and date. On her last night and feeling exhausted, a category one arrived from a motor vehicle accident. It was a twenty-eight-year-old woman, and she passed away not long after admission.

Silva felt distraught, and, worse still, incapable of fulfilling her duties until the end of her shift.

Just concentrate — this feeling will pass. Have a cup of coffee and wake yourself up.

You only have two hours to go and your shift is finished. She continued to talk herself into being fine.

At 5 am, loud shouting came from the triage area. What was that? She needed to investigate. Under different circumstances, Silva would have remembered to call security. In her state of mind and without thinking, she opened the locked office door and went out into the waiting room.

Out of nowhere, her veil was ripped off, and she received a vicious punch to the head causing her to fall. With a loud crack, her head struck the concrete floor. Lights flashed before her eyes as slowly her conscious world was bathed in blackness. Vaguely, somewhere a long way off, voices could be heard, yet tiredness prevailed, and she gave way to sinking into a painless world.

Goodness, Silva wondered, I should help that injured woman on the floor. Looking down from above, the scene below was a puzzle. She tried to comprehend what she could see.

The woman looked familiar and very like herself.

Yes, it’s me!

Except how could she be there on the floor when she was here — looking down?

Nothing in the physical world mattered to her; she felt no desire to do a thing except fly. To be free and gliding weightless with no restrictions was exhilarating.

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Happily, she escaped straight through the building wall to the hospital exterior.

She began to cry out for Declan, and then just as suddenly he was forgotten. Spiritual music, perhaps by harps, drew her curiously towards them. Up and up she flew into a light more brilliant than the sun and yet soothing.

It didn’t hurt her eyes to look into that luminous glow; in fact, her spirit knew it was a safe haven. She was returning home to the beginning of all life.

A lovely lady with a sweet smile came to meet her. Instantly, she knew this was her grandmother, her mother’s real mother. Primrose, her name came to Silva’s mind. How could she know this? Simple — everything here was the truth! And there was understanding of everything in this wonderful realm.

“At last, we meet,” Grandmother Primrose spoke through her mind. “And you are as sweet as your mother. She has done well with you. Now, as much as I’d like for you to remain, you are to return to your life as it was; it is not your time yet.”

Slowly, her grandmother and the beautiful surroundings faded away.

Voices, trying to rouse her became audible.

“Silva, open your eyes, speak to me!” It was the emergency doctor bending over her on a trolley that moved as he pulled it with him, towards one of the resuscitation bays.

She groaned using all of her strength to do so. She needed to show that she heard him.

“We need to keep you under surveillance, you understand me, don’t you? Blink if you do.” He watched her reaction carefully then smiled. “What were you doing letting that blighter have a go at you? Security has him now, so no more worries. Just rest and we’ll take care of you.”

His hand rested on her pulse. If it elevated, she was in shock. If it lowered, together with symptoms of blood pressure rising, unequal eye pupils, and abnormal breathing, then it probably meant brain injury.

“You know the regime — half-hourly checks on you for the next two hours, and I have the faith to believe your trauma is minor. Will you be happy with that diagnosis?”

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Chapter 15 Doctor Stanley was a Joker; his wit and casual temperament gave confidence to the patient that all was well. Silva was glad he was her duty doctor She drifted off to sleep, feeling the occasional lifting of her eyelids, with pulse and blood pressure checks. She thought she heard Declan’s voice along with that of her parents, but her eyes remained clamped shut. She could not respond. The nurse in her knew rest was imperative, so she let go and sank back into unconsciousness.

On waking, Silva found herself in the small Intensive Care Unit. An older sister hurried over when she realized her patient was awake.

“Thank goodness; you’re back in the land of the living. Everyone has been fretting over you, even Matron who’s been here twice a day.” Her look of concern spoke volumes.

“How do you feel?”

Silva tried to respond— but her throat was dry. All she could manage was —“Water.”

“Oh my dear, of course, I’ll be right back.” Returning to the bedside with a jug and glass, water got poured, and Sister lifted Silva forward to drink.

Sucking more in after the first feeble sips, Silva relished the cool liquid saturating her parched throat. “Thank you so much,” she whispered hoarsely. “How long have I been in here?”

“Two and bit weeks, and it’s nice to see your eyes open. Can you speak a little more, do you think?”

Silva tried again, but it came out the same as before. “I’ll try.”

“Very good, well done. Can you tell me what month this is? And what season?”

She needed to think and work this out, “I’ll say July and winter.”

“Excellent! Okay then, I’m going to phone the doctor and Matron and let them know you are responding. I won’t be far so if you want me, just ring the bell.”

It was strange being on the other side of the spectrum. Like a sick patient, she was on the receiving end, and it would prove to be a valuable experience.

I died, didn’t I, Lord? I saw Grandmother Primrose, and she was even younger than mother, how strange. I’m sure it wasn’t a dream. Should I tell mother about it?

A definite YES! Came in a low — but credible voice. Turning her head towards the sound, Silva gasped — a tall, golden, glowing angel stood in her room. Blinking, Silva could

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still see him and knew it wasn’t her imagination. Her mind spoke to him. Have you been with me all of the time?

“Yes,” came the answer once more — from his thoughts to hers.

Sister could be heard returning, clomping against the floor with her wooden heels.

Silva looked towards the angel again, in time to see him fade from view.

How can people doubt the presence of angels? I feel extremely honored to have had my experiences.

“Matron and Dr. Stanley, who happens to be on duty again today, are on their way.”

She straightened the bed looking around the room to check all was in order.

It was another week before Silva was allowed out of the hospital and to the care of her parents. Her legs felt like jelly, and she knew they needed exercise to strengthen the muscles.

Dr. Stanley issued a complete bill of health informing all, that when she regained her strength, she could return to work. The man who assaulted her was sent to Rydalmere Psychiatric Hospital, and would likely remain there for a long time. This gave assurance to everyone in the town.

Declan called in every day after work and assisted her with walking; her father also helped when he could. Before another week was up, Silva was strong enough to return to her job.

Matron stressed she would only work three days a week as a precaution, until after her wedding holiday in August. The older woman looked at her with a commanding expression.

Silva admitted to herself that she felt anxiety when remembering the unprovoked violent attack, and she would never venture out of the emergency enclosure again at night.

The good part was — she was back on day duty.

The wedding plans were underway with Treasure and Shaz’s mother, Violet, putting their heads together on the phone. When necessary, Adam flew down and picked Violet up to bring her to Glen Arbor, which didn’t happen often.

The wedding was re-arranged to take place on the twelfth of September, a date between both future brides’ birthdays. This being Matron Jessop’s recommendation, as she expressed, “Silva needs extra time after her extreme trauma.”

Treasure felt the same only wasn’t sure if the hospital would agree. When Matron lay the law down about waiting until September, everyone happily agreed.

Both bridal gowns were waiting and ready. Shaz lovingly sewed all the little pearls the way she wanted onto her gown’s bodice. Both brides planned to wear their hair down, and Ella was the one to fashion it on the day.

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With Italian caterers now in town, Connor hired them for the food; neither mother was to work on that day. There would be only two attendants, being Declan’s sister Kate and Shaz’s sister Narelle or Rellie as she was called. Both girls were of similar height, and both felt very proud to be chosen.

Shaz’s mother paid for the girls’ material and assisted Nellie in making their dresses.

Madame Jeanne-Marie was traveling from Paris for the wedding and bringing a dress for Treasure, the veil for Silva and a French fashion photographer. Treasure was stunned when she learned that.

Saturday, the special day, dawned with a beautiful sunrise predicting the perfect weather. The men were to dress at Declan’s home and the women and girls at Silva’s. All was a fever of excitement and rush. The young girls’ hair was fashioned first, with them instructed to sit and play checkers on the verandah. Next were the mothers and Madame Jeanne-Marie. The photographer hovered everywhere, adjusting faces to capture their best view, before snapping photos.

Everyone not in the bridal party was then removed from the house, and taken to the church. Connor and John appeared when the time came to escort their daughters. Both men felt the seriousness of the occasion, giving their little girls away.

The brides wore their hair long but yet differently. Silva wore hers all pulled to the side of her face. Shaz wore half of hers on top of her head and the rest hanging down her back. They looked stunning.

Proud fathers helped get the girls safely into the wedding cars, then a slow drive to the church, because it was nearby.

Declan and Adam stood nervously waiting. How anxious both were for the day and now it was here the reality hit. This the beginning of a lifelong journey, and especially Declan knew how close he’d come to almost losing it. Life was a gift to be cherished and never taken for granted.

Although the church had been enlarged five years ago, people were still packed into the room. It looked like the whole town was present — and it mostly was.

Fathers and brides took their places and began the wedding march as the organ played. The two younger girls in front walked perfectly in time to the music. Once at the Altar, each took their designated positions, and the ceremony began.

There were no long speeches, yet the ceremony was well orchestrated and special.

Once over, grooms kissed their brides sharing their love. Turning toward the congregation tears glistened in parents’ eyes, and noses blown. The photographer made sure all being captured. The guests crowded around, offering congratulations before throwing confetti.

Treasure and Connor looked into one another’s eyes for a long moment reminiscing about their day so long ago. “Where has the time gone, Connor?” Without an answer, he

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leaned close and kissed her, patting her hand; together they followed behind the bridal party to outside.

The reception held in the church hall was beautifully planned, from the color and design to the guest seating. The couples had agreed beforehand to mix the guests so there would be no division between the families. This proved a good decision, as everyone mingled well.

The dancing was a lot of fun. Silva thrilled at being in her new husband’s arms knowing this would remain a memory in both of their hearts.

Two hours later, they were ready to depart on their honeymoons. Both couples desired just to be by themselves and took off by car in different directions, with horns sounding.

“How are you, Mrs. Callaghan?” Declan asked, liking the sound of his bride’s new name.

“Very happy and glad to be alive and here for this day, Mr. Callaghan.”

“Pleased to hear that, and have you guessed our destination yet?”

With a laugh, his new bride responded, “It has to be Jenolan Caves because you know that I have wanted to see them.”

Declan stopped the car, took Silva in his arms and kissed her as he never had before.

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Epilog: One year later Silva was in the maternity ward, not working but in labor with her first child. She knew after this experience she would have more tolerance towards mothers giving birth. Always kind as a nursing sister, yet never fully understanding the extent of pain suffered. Now she understood more than ever how difficult it was to bring a new life into the world.

How she wanted Declan or her mother near for comfort. She never imagined the pain involved; yes, she’d been a witness to a few births, and they looked painful yet never as bad as she now knew it to be. Her insides felt like they were tearing apart and as she moaned and cried silently, her midwife sat beside her, comforting and giving instructions. She didn’t want to listen to the words; she just wanted this baby out and the pain to stop.

Declan and the family sat in the waiting room. He checked his watch now and then, counting the time. Nine hours had passed — why was it taking so long? What was wrong? He felt crushed not knowing. This was surely the longest wait of his life. Not able to sit any longer he began pacing, feeling sick to the stomach with worry.

“Come here, Declan, and let’s pray. It’s the best solution, and remember Silva’s experiences with angel protectors. I believe they are with her now, keeping her safe.”

Treasure patted the seat beside her, understanding his torment.

She held his hand, with his mother and Connor standing behind, placing their hands on his shoulders.

“Lord, Silva is taking a long time, and we are concerned. Please help her to deliver with safety and protect and bless the babe with a perfect healthy form. We thank you, Father, for all you do and are to those who belong to you. Thank you for Silva. She is your child, so please help her. In Jesus’ name, amen.”

No sooner had she finished than a door opened and a nurse announced the birth of a baby boy. “You can visit for just a little while,” she invited Declan, smiling at the others in the room. “Fathers only for now!”

Declan followed her back in to see Silva. She lay quietly, holding the baby wrapped in a blue blanket on her chest. Giving a weak smile to her husband, she handed the baby over to him. Leaning down he kissed her as he received his son. Little slanted eyes checked him over for the first time. His son’s hair was dark and plentiful. His little mouth opened wide in a yawn while his arms reached out with clenched fists. He was both amazing and perfect, decided the proud daddy.

“Hello, my son, so what are we going to name you? How about Goliath?” he teased.

Silva responded quietly to that. “Let’s talk about it later — remember, we said we’d wait until he was born to decide on one of the three names picked.”

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“How could I forget? You did a wonderful job, sweetheart. He is perfect. I have been terribly worried — it took a long time.”

“The second one will be easier,” she replied.

“That will be a while, my darling, after what this little mite has put us through.”

Would it be? Silva wondered. They’d just wait and see. She planned a three-month break before returning to work; between both grandmothers, the baby would receive loving care. Their new home, now finished, had a family instead of a couple, to reside there.

The midwife claimed their son, taking him for his bath, while his new mother rested.

An exhausted Silva fell asleep soon after.

Declan walked beside the trolley that got wheeled to the room where his wife would remain for the next couple of weeks. He watched as the nurse and orderly slid her sleeping form onto the bed and covered her with blankets. Knowing she was safe to be left, he turned and retraced his steps to those in the waiting room eager to hear his news.

“He’s a big boy by the look of him, and he has a thick thatch of black hair. When we decide on the name, we’ll let you know. Thanks so much for remaining all this time; I was glad of the company. I will be allowed back later today, and you are all permitted to come tomorrow.”

“Congratulations, Declan.” Everyone gathered around, making him feel special.

“Come and eat with us tonight,” his mother invited, looking back as she walked away.

Finally, Silva was back at home with Declan and their baby Aiden Joseph Callaghan.

Their precious son sleeping like a cherub was tucked up in his crib beside their bed. Silva sighed with contentment.

“We are a family now, Declan. The Callaghan’s continue their heritage in Vision Valley.”

The End

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