Chapter 1 by oz diva
Mrs Rachel Lynde was sitting at her window one afternoon in early August, the sun was coming in the window warm and bright; when she spied Matthew Cuthbert driving up the hill and was that John Blythe, with his arm casually flung across Matthew's shoulders?
Rachel called out to her hen-pecked husband, Thomas "I just saw John Blythe and Matthew Cuthbert driving up the hill, why would the two of them be driving together, instead of working their crops this fine afternoon?"
"Did you?" replied Thomas a trifle wistfully. He had enjoyed some wonderful rolls in the hay with those two, but they hadn't invited him along this time. "I wonder where they were going?"
Thomas thought back to the time last month when he and John Blythe had been enjoying some time alone in the Blythe's barn when Matthew Cuthbert had turned up on spec to borrow a tool. He thought he'd never forget the look on Matthew's face when he spied them there, bare white chests heaving, hay in hair, sweaty faces. He'd called out, "John! Thomas!" Names which were repeated several times over the course of the afternoon.
"Must pop out Rachel, I'll be back in a few hours," Thomas announced as he backed out of the room.
"Now where was that man off to?" mused Rachel, if she had had a chance to interrogate him, she would have, but he had rushed out before she had a chance. Time to go and have a chat with Marilla, perhaps she could shed some light on the situation? Rachel thought, putting on her hat. She strode up the lane to Green Gables.
