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Ashes of roses by mary jane auch6/26/2023 ![]() ![]() He slept with Ma, although for the amount of sleepin' he did he might as well have kept his eyes wide open. I heard poor little Joseph begin to whimper. I don't remember bein' that stubborn at twelve. ![]() Next to us was Maureen, the middle sister, who made it clear from the beginnin' that she wasn't sharin' a bunk with anyone. ![]() Ma had staked out a claim to four bunks in a row on the lower level when we first boarded the ship, but Bridget whimpered that she was lonely and moved into my bunk the first night. She was barely four, and small for her age, but she took up more than her share of the narrow shelf we were supposed to call a bed. I shifted in my cot, tryin' to nudge my little sister, Bridget, over. We were due to pull into New York Harbor at dawn, puttin' an end to the most unbearable two weeks of my life. This was the last night we'd be tossed by the waves in our narrow bunks. ![]()
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