This story is based on the books, not the movies .It takes place in Avonlea during the time between, ANNE'S HOUSE OF DREAMS and ANNE OF INGLESIDE. These characters and places do not belong to me; they belong to L.M Montgomery and her descendants. All events on the other hand, come from my imagination, probably. This is my first piece of work so it might not be great, but I've tried my hardest so I hope you like it. Comment to suggest anything that I can fix next time

The Visit

Thursday, June, 17th, 1896,

The Manse:

Josie MacPherson sighed as she looked out the window. Her long-time object of affection, Gilbert Blythe, had left Avonlea nearly five years before for reasons of which she was unaware. She wasn't regretting the path she chose, she just missed Gilbert, that's all. She sighed again as her husband, Rev. Moody MacPherson, came out from behind her.

"I heard Gil Blythe was coming for a visit," he told his wife, "Oh, and Anne Shirley."

Josie perked up, "Gilbert?" she asked as she turned around. There was Anne too, she thought. Anne and she were somewhat friends, and Anne had mysteriously left Avonlea at around the same time as Gilbert, but the excitement of seeing Gil overwhelmed that.

"Yes," Replied Moody solemnly. He knew his wife always used to have feelings for Gilbert, but he had hoped those went away when she agreed to marry him.

"When is he coming?" Josie questioned enthusiastically.

"Sunday, we'll probably see him in church," Moody forwarded reluctantly. There was no doubt Josie still had feelings for Gil, but then again maybe she just felt friendship towards Gil now. Moody doubted that.

Josie then went upstairs to make sure her best dress was cleaned and ready for Sunday.

The Sloane homestead:

Maggie Sloane rushed out to the fields where her husband was watering the crops.

"Charles!" She shouted.

"What do you want Maggie!" He yelled back

She paused, gasping for breath, "I thought… you might… want to… know…that." She caught her breath, "that your friend Gilbert Blythe is going to be in town for a while."

"Why should I care about Gilbert Blythe," Charlie told his wife bitterly, "I haven't cared a fig for him since he took an interest in Anne Shirley."

"Oh, did I forget to mention that Anne Shirley is also coming to town," Maggie said a little embarrassed

"Now, why didn't you say that in the first place?" Charlie asked, now interested.

"Sorry, it just slipped my mind." She confessed, afraid of her husbands temper.

"Things are always slipping your mind!" Yelled Charlie Sloane, suddenly very angry. He raised his hand to slap his wife, but she, being used to it, started to run before he could.

She shouted behind her, "They are both coming on Sunday!"

Charlie turned around and started watering again. He smiled to himself, he just couldn't wait for Sunday.