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Ellicott's Commentary for English Readers. Mark "Truly I tell you," Jesus replied, "no one who has left home or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields for My sake and for the gospel Treasury of Scripture And he said to them, Truly I say to you, There is no man that has left house, or parents, or brothers, or wife, or children, for the kingdom of God's sake, There. Luke If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple… Deuteronomy Who said unto his father and to his mother, I have not seen him; neither did he acknowledge his brethren, nor knew his own children: for they have observed thy word, and kept thy covenant.

And why were there so many children? Ann had had Theodore with one man, Annabelle with another, and now she had spat out two more babies with Christopher. Christopher was not a young man. In fact, when Olive saw him stepping out of the car she could not believe—she could not believe—that he had gray in his hair now. She walked toward him, but he was opening the doors of the car, and little children spilled out. Ann was taking her time getting the baby out of the car.

The child looked with large slumbering eyes at Olive, as he was placed, standing, on the ground.

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What had she thought? She had thought that she would see her late husband in the little boy, but instead she saw a stranger. Once in the kitchen, Olive watched her son carefully. His face at first seemed open, pleased, as he looked around. She repeated what she had said, but she turned away as she said it. Then he shook his head slightly and walked over to his mother, who, even as she held the baby, was shrugging her way out of a thick black sweater.

Ann pressed the baby to her breast, and Olive saw the little thing, eyes closed, clasp on to the nipple. She opened the refrigerator. Would you like some white wine? Tell me the truth—when did you start drinking wine? I even have some cheese. Christopher ate all the cheese and most of the crackers, and Ann sipped at his wine, which he drank quickly. Olive needed to sit down. She realized that there were only two chairs at the table; how had she not noticed that before? She thought they were horrible children.

But Little Henry was a sweet thing, in his way. Just screamed her little head off. Honestly, Olive did not care to see it anymore. In the kitchen, she lit the oven and put in the casserole that she had made that morning, with scallops and sour cream. Then she returned to the living room. Olive had expected chaos. She had not expected the silence of these children, or even the silence of Ann, who was different than Olive remembered.

Christopher was more talkative. Sprawled on the couch in the living room, he spoke of the traffic they had run into outside Worcester, he spoke of their Christmas, their friends, his job as a podiatrist. She wanted to hear it all. By the front window? From the study she could hear Ann murmuring and the higher-pitched voices—but not the words—of the children. Olive thought he was really a fairly amazing child. Ann appeared in the doorway, flanked by the older kids, who were now in their pajamas.

Olive felt a darkness rising swiftly through her. Are you talking about Christmas presents? I sent the children Christmas presents. The child shrugged one shoulder and turned away. And yet they stood there, that beastly mother and her two children from two different men, stood right there in the doorway, as though Olive were supposed to produce—what was she supposed to produce? Give Daddy a kiss.

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Horrible, horrible children, and a horrible mother. He smiled at her! He held the scarf toward Olive. Well, he was a Kitteridge. He was surely a Kitteridge, all right. Christopher was looking around the room. Her son was talking to her alone. Little Henry had been put to bed upstairs, and his mother and his baby sister were up there as well. The light from the lamp in the corner spilled over her son. This was all she wanted: just this. The gray in his hair still surprised her, but she thought he looked good. He spoke a great deal about his podiatry practice, the young woman who worked for him, the insurance he had to pay, the insurance that his patients had.

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On and on he talked, her son. Olive was tired, but she stifled a yawn. She would stay here forever to hear this. He could recite the alphabet to her and she would sit here and listen to it.

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It was the first night in months that she had not spoken to Jack and she missed that, but he seemed far away to her right now. And the little girl pushed the door shut. Olive waited for a moment, then she went upstairs to bed. I miss you, Olive. Please, please write me when you can. I miss you, too.

It was as though she had five hundred bees buzzing in her head. Olive did not fall asleep for many hours that night. She kept going over her conversation with Chris, like a giddy schoolgirl—oh, she had missed him! She got out of bed quickly; she was a very early riser, and she had not expected Ann and Christopher—and all their children—to get up earlier than she did. But they had. Every one of them was right there in the kitchen, fully dressed, when she went downstairs. Olive was not one to wear a bathrobe in front of people she felt she barely knew.

And no one said anything. She thought she saw Christopher and Ann exchange a look.

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Everyone just stay put. All she wanted was to speak to Jack. But she had walked out the door without her cell phone! And what had happened to pay phones?

She felt hurried and upset, knowing that the kids were waiting for their Cheerios. Finally, after she had bought the Cheerios, as she was pulling out of the parking lot, she saw a pay phone near the back of the lot, and she parked again. Oh, she was fit to be tied. Olive had trouble driving home; she really had to concentrate. I just miss you.

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Hang in there! Down in the kitchen, the silence remained. There was only a little. So Annabelle got it, and Theodore has to have his Cheerios plain. Just sit, Mom. Ann was holding the baby, too. How about some toast? So she sat at the table across from her daughter-in-law, who turned and smiled her phony smile at Olive. The months that followed after the revelation were hard.

Actually make that a full year or two.