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until the top of her bosom was exposed. She had tightened the sides so
that it seemed painted on.

"Really? My figure has improved, hasn't it?" she said, running her
hands up and over her hips,. all the way to her breasts, looking
lasciviously at Randall all the time. He blushed. "Even after I went
through the birthin", I neva lost my figure like so many women do." She
turned to me. "Randall knows our little secret about Darcy. Watch out,
honey, that a whole brood of little Stonewalls don't soon ruin your
figure."

"I'm not planning to have children right away, Fanny," I announced.

"Oh? Maybe Logan Stonewall's got other ideas. Maisie Setterton says he
always talked "bout havin" a big family. Ya told me that, didn't ya,
Randall?" I

ealous.

"Well, I didn't exactly..." He looked so flustered.

"It's all right, Randall," I interjected quickly. "Fanny isn't saying
it to be mean, are you, Fanny?"

"Why, no," she whined. "I'm jus" tellin" ya what Maisie said."

"See?" Randall started to laugh. Fanny saw she was the object of the
humor.

"Well, she did say it," she insisted. "If ya didn't tell me, someone
else did." Her smile turned to a smirk. "Anyway, I still can't believe
you're going ta let Waysie marry ya."

"I have my reasons." I smiled to myself. Sure I did. And Fanny knew
them. For Reverend Wise had bought Fanny from Pa, taken her into his
home, made her pregnant, and claimed her baby for himself and his wife.
I had tried to help Fanny buy back her child, but to no avail, and Fanny
had still never forgiven me for my failure to do so. We shared the dark
secret of her little girl's heritage and I wanted to look into Reverend
Wise's eyes when Logan and I pronounced our vows. I wanted to blot out
the words he had said to me when I went to him intending to demand
Fanny's child. We argued and I told him, "you don't know me."

His eyelids parted to mere slits so his eyes glittered into the shade of
his lids and he said, "you are wrong, Heaven Leigh Casteel. I do know
you very well. you are the most dangerous kind of female the world can
ever know. A great many will love you for your beautiful face, for your
seductive body; but you will fail them all, because you will believe
they all fail you first. you are an idealist of the most devastatingly
tragic kind - the romantic idealist. Born to destroy and to