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Lighthouse, Chapter 18

Posted on 27/07/2016

The alarm beeped twice as a weary J.R. stepped into the dark and empty lobby of his family home. Tossing the keys on the side-table near the door, he traipsed across the polished wood with only the moon lighting his way up the stairs to his room. Nudging the door with his foot, he flipped on the switch and walked up to his closet door.

Unbuttoning the day-old shirt with one hand, the other flipped on the light switch in the walk-in closet. Ignoring the rack of starched shirts, J.R. pushed open a sliding door that revealed folded t-shirts and polos. Sweeping the shirts aside, he pulled out a box from the shadows; an engraved jewelry box.

Blowing off the dust, he traced the etched lines. His lips quirked a wan smile at the engraved initials on by the lock. His mother’s name marking the box, a gift he’d inherited in her death and hid from his father. Drawing a breath, his thumb unhooked the delicate lock and opened the lid.

At one time, the music was a painful reminder of what he’d lost—a mother and a friend. As an adult, J.R. wished the music could play now more than ever. Letting the lid rest against his folded shirts, he quietly stared at the contents within; a plastic watch he’d received at age 10, faded rupee bounded with old rubber bands, and a letter folded under the watch.

Releasing the breath, he fished out the letter and opened it. His eyes skimmed the flowery penmanship, his heart fluttering as he read the note he’d hidden away for so long.

Dear J.R., you might not know this but I like you.

Pausing briefly over the words that rocked his world seven years ago, J.R. sighed and continued.

Yeah, I finally said it. I like you. It’s a little more than like, but I know you’ll freak out if I say that.

His lips twitched a wary smile, knowing he’d done exactly that. What could an eighteen-year-old know about love? His smile faded, realizing he’d been wrong about her all this time.

The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you, and needed you like you needed me. Something about your sad dark eyes and face devoid of smile told me so… beckoned me to you.

J.R. paused, his face heating up as it had when he first read the letter. Neck-deep studying for her college entrance exams while kicking butt in her Advanced English class, her use of ‘big’ vocabulary words irked her brothers but amused him to no end. He’d known she would be a force to be reckoned with…

In that moment, I wanted to be the only one taking up space in your lonely heart. To chase away the demons of your past, sweep away the cobwebs left behind, and build a fire that warmed you from the inside out. Are you creeped out yet?

He simply stared at the words, imagining her write with that impish smile that always made his heart flutter as it did now. He blinked and continued on.

You might say I’m too young to understand what I’m saying, but love respects all and none. It freely gives to all, regardless of age or qualification… I welcome it. I welcome you to invade my heart as I desire to invade yours. So, will you let me, J.R? Can I love you?

Heart thumping as it did that night seven years ago, J.R. lowered the letter and stared at the wall of folded shirts.

He’d been a coward, not knowing how to process Darah’s letter of love to him. For years, he’d hidden it away although the words were engraved on a heart that longed to invite her in, and let her stay. She’d been too young he reasoned despite her protests, and therefore chose not to mention it to her, not realizing it would deeply wound the young, impressionable woman for ages.

For playing a part in her growing distrust of males other than her brothers, he felt deep shame. If only he’d revealed a legacy that could someday turn Darah into his mother; dull and lonely.

Though he’d believed his parents loved each other; his father’s idea of love was vastly different from his mother’s. Where his father was reserved in his affection, his mother gave it freely until she couldn’t anymore. Spent and resentful, she drew within—keeping her sickness hidden until it was too late. Regretful, his father became a different man to make up for what he hadn’t done earlier… but she was deep in her sickness and died months later, wishing her husband had reciprocated sooner.

Dragging a hand over his face, he sighed out in frustration. Once he’d snubbed her letter, Darah persistently avoided him whenever she could, reserving polite small talk whenever he was around her. Even her sudden proposal could be considered a business transaction, shielding her heart from him.

What a mess he’d made of it. If only he’d accepted her then…

He stared down at the letter and reread her candid affections. Did he dare believe she still felt this way toward him, or was it too late for them now?

Like the first time he read the letter, and every time Darah’s hazel eyes swept over him or he caught a glimpse of her impish smile, his heart skipped several beats. With a smile forming on his face, he folded the letter and tucked it into his pants pocket before shrugging off the unbuttoned shirt. He would have to make sure not a moment too soon.

As he reached for a polo shirt, his cellphone rang. He picked it up on the second ring. “Hello?”

Bhaiyaa,” Hana’s voice filled the air. “On your way yet?”

He frowned at the hesitance in her voice. “Yeah, stopped by the house for a bit… what’s wrong?”

Hana sighed deeply, heightening the alarm strumming through J.R.’s veins. “You should hurry back.”

Tugging the shirt over his head, J.R. started for the door. “What happened?”

“I’ll explain once you get here,” Hana replied. “Need you to concentrate on driving.”

Stomach in knots, he scowled. How could he concentrate on anything else when her tone warned him of terrible news about his father?

He hurried down the stairs and grabbed his keys. “I’m on my way.” He slammed the door behind him, leaving the dark and empty house with the alarm beeping twice upon his exit.

“How long are you gonna keep them in there?” Darah asked, a knot forming in her brow.

“For as long as possible,” Phoebe growled, surprising Darah with her darkened expression. “How could they act like complete hooligans?”

“Did you expect them to stand back and watch their sister getting mauled?” Geraldine drawled from the dining table where her blueprints and stationary were strewn everywhere.

Darah rolled her eyes. “I was not getting mauled, and I could’ve handled it.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely what you were doing…”

“I was until Eli jumped in like some ninja.” Darah rubbed the back of her neck. “Thankfully he didn’t sue or we’ll have trouble on our hands.”

“What kind of example are they to the boys? Or the girls for that matter?” Phoebe raged on. “Having to tell the kids that their fathers went to jail because they were fighting a bad man is—”

“He is a bad man,” Darah interjected, her expression darkening as she relived his betrayal.

Geraldine chuckled low. “So why did you move in with him?”

Darah stiffened, and Phoebe cut Geraldine a warning look. “Chill, Geri.”

“No I won’t,” Geraldine answered breezily, pinning Darah with a stern expression. “Your brothers are in jail all because you weren’t honest about what happened between you and that boy. On your own, you decided to make a choice that will affect not only you but your entire family. Congratulations.”

Shoulders shaking, Darah stood.

“Yeah girl, go ahead and run,” Geraldine drawled, eyes narrowing. “That’s all you do, run from your problems.”

Phoebe frowned deeper. “Geri, that’s enough.”

“No I’m not finished.” Geraldine looked to Phoebe. “Far too long, you’ve been allowed to do and say what you want without facing much consequences. But I’m gonna tell you now that you can’t do that anymore. You hear me, Darah, it’s enough.”

Darah clenched her fists at her side, and though she wanted to run, her feet remained rooted to the ground. Tears pooling in her eyes, she glared at her sister-in-law.

“You’re about to be a mother, and hiding away in your room, avoiding your responsibilities is not what a mother does.” Geraldine’s right brow hooked. “Ignoring what you’ve got to do, is not how a grown woman behaves. You’re not a child anymore, Darah, you haven’t been one for a while.”

Phoebe looked at her with sympathy and started for her.

“Stop right there,” Geraldine said, halting Phoebe’s steps. She gave her a withering glare. “Will you keep babying her even after she’s got a baby to take care of?”

Darah tightened her jaw. Heat traveled from her head to her toes as she stood convicted.

Geraldine returned her attention on Darah, her expression softening at the sight of fat tears streaming down the young woman’s face. “You know I love you, right?”

A hiccup coursed through her, and Darah jerked a nod.

A small smile tipped Geraldine’s lips. “You’ve got to grow up now. You hear me, baby girl?”

Darah regarded her warily. “You should probably stop calling me that…”

“Never,” Geraldine replied as she stood from the chair. En route, she grabbed Phoebe’s hand and pulled her toward Darah.

As her sisters wrapped her in a hug, she finally let it all out as the tears flowing freely; confessing her regret and shame over what she’d done with Jeremy, and growing fear for the future.

Minutes after the women had settled down in their seats, hands still locked together, Phoebe gave Darah a smile and smoothed the damp curls from her cheek. “You’ll be alright.”

Darah snorted. “I’m already screwing it up.”

“She’s right,” Geraldine said, squeezing Darah’s hand before releasing it. “No one’s an expert as a first-time mother. I was a total mess with Jozy, but look how I turned out…”

The women shared weary smiles. Then Darah shifted her attention to Phoebe. “Can we get my brothers released now?”

Geraldine snorted in laughter. “Let ‘em stay there for one night. They need to learn.”

“Exactly,” Phoebe piped in. “Maybe the boys’ll learn that fighting is not the way.”

“There are appropriate times for it,” Darah mumbled, grateful for her brothers’ intervention. The fierce look in Jeremy’s eyes terrified her.

“Wish they could be calm like J.R….”

Darah’s cheeks warmed, recalling the way J.R. stood in front of her, shielding her from Jeremy’s piercing and accusing stare. He’d spoken with a calm assurance that weakened Jeremy’s protests, calmly informing Jeremy he was trespassing and had attacked Darah first, and would be at a loss if Darah decided to press charges against him. That made him rescind his threat to sue her brothers, and the man stomped away in a fury.

“Honestly though,” Geraldine’s voice pervaded through Darah’s thoughts. “What on earth was he looking for? What did you take from him?”

Darah blinked in confusion. “I didn’t take anything…”

“Don’t give me that. You definitely looked guilty. What was it?”

She looked away and her sisters-in-law groaned.

“Darah,” Phoebe beseeched gently. “If you took something, you’ve got to give it back.”

“It’s mine.” Darah looked up. “So why should I give it to him?”

Flabbergasted, both older women gaped.

“You’re kidding me right?” Geraldine asked, brow knotted.

Indignation fled and Darah looked away, shamefaced.

Geraldine growled. “You’re incredibly silly, Darah.”

Darah frowned. “He kicked me out and said I should leave with all my stuff, so I did.”

“He kicked you out?” Phoebe echoed with a furrowed brow. “You didn’t leave on your own?”

Geraldine scowled. “What a jerk.”

“See? He’s trash.” Darah started to relax, grateful her sisters were beginning to understand.

“But still,” Phoebe countered. “What you did was sneaky and unethical. Even if you helped him—”

“I did more than helped him,” Darah insisted. “I practically authored his entire research.”

“Yeah well, you shouldn’t have.”

Darah lowered her head in regret. “He promised me we’d get married. I did it thinking he’d be my husband. That it was all for the family.”

Geraldine grunted. “And he’s a low-down-dirty scoundrel for tricking you, but you’re still responsible for your actions.”

Phoebe nodded. “And even if you had a right to be angry, taking something with his name on it, something that belonged to him is wrong.”

Exasperated, Darah threw a glare at the ceiling. “So what do you want me to do?”

“Return it,” they said in unison.

Darah scowled. “I can’t. I erased it.”

Geraldine slapped a hand over her face. Phoebe closed her eyes.

Just then, the doorbell rang and all three turned to the door. Rushing feet sounded on the stairs as children, both Geraldine’s and Phoebe’s, hurried down to the landing. Tripping over each other, they reached the door just as it opened. A heavily-bearded man shouldered a duffel bag inside, greeting the squealing children with his signature smile. “Hey squirts.”

“Uncle Junior!” the kids said in unison, tackling him with hugs.

After ruffling the boys’ heads and kissing the girls’ foreheads, he peered over their heads at the empty family room. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Daddy’s in jail!” Fallon, one of the twins declared, still holding onto her uncle’s waist.

“Uncle too!” Her twin, Tomas, piped in.

“Say what?” Clement looked up as the three women emerged from the dining room. “What’s going on?”

“You’re home?” Darah gaped at her immediate older brother, scruffy and worn from travel.

He nodded, still distracted over the children’s troubling announcement. “Who’s in jail?”

<<Chapter 17 || Chapter 19>>

Homecoming, Chapter 26 (Final)

Posted on 16/03/2016

“So J.R., are you single?” Yelena asked the young man accompanying them to the baggage claim.

“Mama,” Geraldine hissed and gave J.R. an apologetic look. “Don’t feel like you must answer her.”

J.R. only smiled. “It’s fine. And yes, Mrs. Pena, I am single.”

“By choice or by–”

“Mama! Will you leave the poor man alone?” She paused to lift Joselyn in her arms as they approached the escalators. Joselyn whined, wanting to stay on her two feet but Geraldine was too distracted with trying to keep Yelena harassing J.R. “Mama, quit already.”

“What’d I do now, mija? Leave me.”

Fighting a laugh, he gestured them forward on the escalator. “By choice. I’ve got time.”

Geraldine nodded. “Hear that Mom, he’s got time. End of story.”

Yelena snorted and crossed her eyes at Joselyn who giggled again, reaching up to touch her grandma’s face. “Nothing wrong with taking interest in people’s lives, mija.”

“Your interest is borderline nosy,” Geraldine insisted, adjusting her daughter on her hip. Though Joselyn was old enough to be led by the hand, Geraldine was still shaken up by what had taken place in their two-week stay in Peru.

On one occasion, Cristina and Andres had attempted to take Joselyn by force. They demanded their rights as Joselyn’s grandparents, disregarding J.R.’s threats to sue them for kidnapping a child from her mother. Even the civil lawyer J.R. worked with had little help in their family discord. Then government summoned Andres to court for embezzlement charges, and things began to swing in Geraldine’s favor.

At first, Andres and Cristina denied being involved in embezzlement of companies. When their dead son was accused, they easily separated themselves from his illegal activity, blaming Geraldine instead. But when Geraldine was called to testify, they changed their tune. Andres and Cristina bargained to be nicer in the future; Andres offering to forgive their debts owed his family.

Even in Geraldine’s silence, however, other families testified that Andres and Cristina were responsible for the growing slave labor in the community. The accusations were far too great in number to ignore and the court summoned Andres and Cristina for an emergency trial.

Right before her very eyes, Andres and Cristina were sentenced to prison on embezzling charges. Debts owed were nullified and the families, including Geraldine’s, were free to go.

“I see them!” Yelena’s excited voice rang in Geraldine’s ears, drawing her attention to the open lobby. Her eyes widened at the sight of the Teka clan, and her heart skipped a beat.

“Everyone came!” Yelena laughed, stepping off the escalator.

J.R. chuckled, pulling his carry-on after him. “Looks that way.”

Geraldine’s heart was pounding hard and fast as she too stepped off. Joselyn wriggled in her arms and she reluctantly lowered her two-year-old to her feet. She watched as her race to Yelena, standing by the Teka family. Her eyes quickly scanned the crew; Abe and Phoebe beamed with joy as they greeted both Yelena and J.R. Darah picked Joselyn and planted kisses on her cheeks. Even Clement and Eleazar were there, smiling in welcome.

She came to a stop, realizing Bart wasn’t among them. She scanned the crew again, not wanting to miss him in her excitement. She stopped at Clement once more, her stomach sinking. Did he not come?

Phoebe paused in mid-laugh and gestured Geraldine over. “Why the long face?”

Pushing aside her disappointment, Geraldine mustered a smile and walked into her friend’s arms. She closed her eyes to hide her disappointment.

“Long week, I know. Good to have you home,” Phoebe said, drawing back to study her friend.

“Good to be back.” Geraldine’s face was warm and she could feel tears gather.

“It’s been too hard for you, my dear friend… but not anymore. Thank God.”

Grateful that her disappointment of Bart’s absence was mistaken for relief, Geraldine accepted another hug.

“Alright, alright,” Darah spoke up. “We’ve got things to do. Let’s pack up and get moving.”

“Sure you don’t wanna say hi to your friend first?” Clement wriggled his brows suggestively.

“You’re lucky my hands are full,” Darah mumbled and flashed Geraldine a smile. “Welcome home, Geri. But let’s save the weeping and hugging for later. We need to go home now.”

Clement snorted. Phoebe squeezed Geraldine’s shoulder. “We better listen to her.”

“What’s going on?” Geraldine asked instead of the pressing question in her heart.

There was an impish glint to Phoebe’s smile. “You’ll see.”

Bemused, J.R. watched the teenage girl barking orders at Clement and Eleazar. He looked to Abe. “Everything alright?”

Abe shook his head. “The man that marries her’s gonna have his hands full.”

J.R. smirked. “Something going on?”

At Darah’s call for them to follow, the two men fell in step behind. Abe sighed. “The wife and sister are natural-born meddlers. Once they’ve got a plan, nothing can stop them whether everyone else is on board or not. Best thing’s to get in line and cooperate with the plan.”

“This plan… does it explain Bart’s absence from the welcome committee?”

“You catch on quick.” Abe clapped J.R.’s shoulder and they caught up with the others walking to the parking garage.

Geraldine was happy to be home, really she was. Peru was more humid than Houston, and held only bad memories for her. Houston was where she learned to laugh and love again. It was where her family wanted to be, where she wanted to be. But on the drive back to the Teka home, Geraldine found it hard to hold her smile.

The car seated Phoebe and Yelena in the front, with she, Joselyn and Darah in the back. The guys and their luggage closely trailed behind them in the SUV. Laughter filled the car, as the women giggled over anecdotes. Meanwhile, Geraldine bristled over Bart’s absence.

Was he really busy as everyone said, or was he purposely avoiding her? And what right did he have to be angry when he was the one who rejected her proposal? Just thinking about the embarrassing incident made her bristle even more.

The car came to a stop in the Teka driveway and Darah nudged Geraldine from her reverie. “Hope it’s okay but we’re gonna eat lunch before we drop you off at your place.”

Geraldine shrugged, too tired to argue. She pushed open the door and started to get out when she noticed no one else was moving. She paused in her seat. “Are we not getting out?”

“Why don’t you head inside first?” Phoebe suggested, handing over the car keys. “I want to discuss something with your mom, if that’s okay?”

“Of course!” Yelena gave Geraldine a smile. “Go on. Remember you held yourself on the plane.”

Geraldine’s cheeks warmed in embarrassment. “Mama…”

“What? We’re all girls here.”

Darah stayed her hand when she started to unbuckle Joselyn from her car seat. “Go on ahead. She’ll only slow you down if you really have to go.”

Geraldine sighed and stepped out. “Thanks. See you inside.” She hurried up the steps, scolding herself for not visiting the restroom once they landed at the airport.

Pushing open the door, Geraldine hurried down the hallway and bumped into Bart. Her heart slammed hard into her chest as she gaped at him. He was dressed in a business suit, as though he’d just returned from work. She should’ve been relieved that his siblings hadn’t lied about him being too busy to come to the airport, but the sight of him made her scowl.

“Hey,” Bart said in his moderate baritone, and she instantly forgot why she was mad at him.

“Hey–” Geraldine’s eyes widened and she rushed past him toward the bathroom.

Bart blinked in surprise as she slammed the door behind her. Was she still mad at him?

After a minute and no sign of her opening the door, Bart shuffled to the door and knocked. “Geraldine?”

No answer.

His brow furrowed. “Geraldine?”

Still no answer.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, the tie around his neck tightening. He nudged the doorknob.

“Don’t come in!”

“You okay?”

The sound of flushing made him quickly release the knob. He heard the faucet run and then shut off. Then the door opened and a visibly-relieved Geraldine stood before him. Laughter tickled his throat. He missed her more than he cared to admit to anyone. It didn’t matter though. She was here now.

“I missed you—” He blinked as she pushed past him toward the front door. He grabbed her hand and tugged her back to face him. She was scowling. He frowned. “Didn’t you hear me?”

“You didn’t miss me enough to call or come to the airport.” She tugged at her hand, her frown darkening when he smiled.

“You didn’t call me either, Geraldine,” he pointed out gently, loosening his hold.

She snatched her hand back but made no move to step away now. “Why would I when you flat out rejected me?”

Bart’s smile eased away, replaced by a penitent expression. “I was a fool.”

“Glad we agree on something,” she groused, crossing her arms over her chest..

He sighed and stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulders. “I wanted to do it right.”

Geraldine’s frown eased up. “Do what right?”

“This,” his thumbs caressed her shoulders, drawing a warm shiver down her spine. His brown eyes met hers. “Us.”

Her pulse quickened. “W-what?”

A ghost of a smile twitched his lips. “You’ve caught me off guard since the day we met. Since the day you kissed me without my permission.”

Geraldine’s racing heartbeat thundered in her ears. What was he saying?

“I’ve always felt like I was a step behind you but I want us on the same page from now on.” Bart squeezed her hands. “So, Geraldine, let’s start from the beginning.”

Her tongue dried up. She didn’t know what the beginning meant to him, what this meant for them.

“Geraldine Pena,” Bart said resolutely. “Will you…”

Geraldine inhaled a sharp breath, eyes wide. Was he–?

The door swung open, Darah and Phoebe stepping inside. “Did she say yes?!”

Bart sighed in exasperation but didn’t break his gaze. “I haven’t asked her yet.”

“But we sent her in ages ago!”

“Well she made a restroom stop so I had to wait.”

“Ask me what?” Geraldine spoke up, impatient with the siblings’ exchange.

Bart gave her a tender smile that warmed her all over. “Will you let me court you?”

Geraldine blinked, not expecting that at all. Marriage yes, but courting? She frowned. “Huh?”

His smile only widened. “Your first marriage was pushed on you, and you proposed that first time because of your in-laws. I want this relationship to happen because we both want it. No manipulation, no coercion, no drama. Just us wanting to spend our lives together.”

“But I’m ready to do that now,” Geraldine protested weakly, gazing at the man her heart wanted. “Why waste time courting?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Darah mumbled, earning a good-natured nudge from Phoebe.

Bart smiled patiently. “Because you’ve never been courted before, and because I’ve wanted to do that for a while now. Am I forgiven for not being there today?”

Geraldine refrained from pouting. “Forgiven, yes. I want a short courtship. There’s no sense in us dragging it out if we both want each other.”

Bart let out a breathless laugh, his eyes dancing with amusement. “If that’s what you want.”

“I want you,” Geraldine said honestly and tilted her face up, pursing her lips.

Bart chuckled and dipped his head, obliging her with a kiss.

Phoebe slung an arm around Darah who mumbled about them messing up her plans. “Look on the bright side. We’ll have more time to plan a bigger, better wedding.”

Darah grinned. The rest of the Teka clan and friends stepped in as Bart and Geraldine broke apart.

Geraldine frowned at the expectant looks on their faces. “Wait, everyone was in on this?”

“Of course!” They said in chorus.

Geraldine shook her head as Yelena and Joselyn came forward. “Sneaky!”

Relinquishing Joselyn to Bart, Yelena grinned unapologetically. “You have no idea how hard it was with you pining and sighing over him. I almost told you twice.”

“Couldn’t be worse than Bart sulking like a child,” Phoebe countered with a grin.

“He was impossible!” Eleazar piped in and everyone laughed.

“So is that a yes?” Abe inquired with a grin. He was beyond thrilled for his brother who had found his soulmate in Geraldine. He had no doubt the two would do well together.

“Not yet,” Geraldine pouted this time, watching Bart and Joselyn together. It warmed her heart, knowing that soon he would be part of her family. Better yet, she’d finally have more brothers and sisters than she’d ever hoped for. Tears tickled her eyelids and she ducked her head to hide them.

Phoebe rushed over and hugged her. The tears flowed. Bart froze, alarmed at Geraldine’s sniffling.

“See, Bart?” Darah snapped. “Haven’t you two waited long enough? Just get married already.”

“It’s okay,” Phoebe said, rubbing Geraldine’s back. “They’re happy tears. Right, Geri?”

Geraldine nodded. There were people apart from her mother who sincerely cared for her unconditionally. How could she ever be sad or alone when she was finally home? “Y-yes, I’m… happy.” Then she erupted into a full-out wail.

Bart grimaced as Joselyn started crying with her. Darah and Yelena moved quickly, Yelena grabbing Joselyn from Bart’s arms. The women ushered to the kitchen, leaving the men standing in silence.

Then Abe chuckled and patted J.R.’s shoulder. “Normal occurrence around here.”

J.R. nodded and gave Bart a smile. “Congratulations.”

Bart’s smile was dim, worried over Geraldine. “Thanks…”

“She’s fine,” Abe assured his brother. “Just give her a minute to calm down.”

“Make the courtship short just to be sure,” Clement suggested.

“Or just do what Abe does when he’s in trouble,” Eleazar offered, all eyes turning to him in curiosity. He flashed a grin. “Buy her flowers and beg for forgiveness.”

Abe and J.R. chuckled, and Clement slung an arm around Eleazar’s shoulder. “Looks like Eli knows a little something about the art of being a man.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Yeah… but what type of flowers–”

“Tulips… You’re welcome,” Eleazar said sagely and this time, even Bart laughed along.



Please stay tuned for the next installment of the Heart of a Home series, ‘Lighthouse’.

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