’A time to be born, and a time to die, ’ Cassie heard the voice at her husband’s funeral intone. A time to be born she could understand. Even now the child, hers and Rob’s, struggled within her body. Young, eager, optimistic, Rob and Cassie Quinn had joined the bands of immigrants whole and hungry and wooed by the promise of ’the cheapest and also some of the best land in the world’ were converging on the vast Northwest Territories. But a time to die, Cassie couldn’t comprehend. At least not until their children and grandchildren grew content in the fulfillment of the dreams she and Rob had for them ’A time to weep, and a time to laugh, ’ the voice continued. Her heart felt as empty as the vast sky overhead. Would she ever laugh again? What dreams are left for Cassie and her unborn baby after her laughter has died? Paper.
