Seaside Moors We built this right, so nothing's ever gonna move it

no ghosts, no spirits, no lingering residue of angry shades that would haunt them again. whatever they created here would be their own. she kissed rosalyn's jawline thoughtfully. "it is de most beautiful because we are all toget'er here."
a sigh. "you see how happy de children are now dat we came back? we need to keep dem happy," but it was less a jest and more a determined statement. "next year dey will be able to be mot'ers and fat'ers demselves. i have considered dat dey should build a pack of dere own." a thought, but as always it could not be a reality without rosalyn's input.