Myramcilvain
Legacy
In 1945, WWII is crashing to its end, and in a tiny Texas coastal town twelve-year-old Miranda Harrison struggles to make sense of her changing body and the turmoil in her life––a papa driven to destroy himself, a mana hiding her secret past in a cloak of piety, and a live-in grandmother that reigns over the household. Stirred into the family mix is a fifteen-year-old, out-of-control cousin who holds the adults and Miranda in guilty submission.
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Excerpt:
George looked at Miranda over the top of his glasses. “Well, Dipsy, what can I do for you?”
“I’ve been praying, Papa. But, you said a person ought not to lay back on his haunches and let the Lord do all the work.”
” I believe in doing for yourself. We’re thinking animals.” George grinned. “Don’t tell your mama I said we’re thinking animals. She’ll call me a blaspheming liberal.”
“I won’t, Papa. But that’s why I’m here. I can’t think what to do.”
George sat quietly, waiting for Miranda to go on.
Miranda took a deep breath. “I think The Holy Ghost paid me a visit.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” George said. “And, when was this?”
Miranda got hot all over. Her face burned to the top of her head. “I don’t know when. But I’ve got the same problem as Mary.”
“Mary who . . .?”
“Joseph’s Mary, don’t you remember in the Bible?”
“I remember. Can’t see what you two have in common.”
“Why Papa, that’s how we got the Christ Child. The Holy Ghost appeared unto Mary. I think the same thing’s happened to me.”
“I’ll be damned. They’ve turned you into some kind of fanatic.” He leaped from behind his desk, and crouched down in the other chair next to her, his eyes showing watery behind his glasses. “What makes you think you’re pregnant, Dipsy?” His voice had grown gentle.