Yes chapter 2 is done enjoy 

"Is that you, Link?" his mother called form the bedroom as he walked in the door.

"Yes, I'm back."

A moment later Uli Taggart came into the kitchen of the small house.

"I think I got everything on your list."

"Thank you, dear," she said as she crossed the room to take one of the sacks from his arms and place it on the table.

"How's Aryll?"

"You can ask her yourself. She's not had a fever today, but she's bored with her own company."

Link started toward the stairs that led to the two bedrooms, Aryll's and his parents'.

"No, Link, she's in the front room. Settle in, and I'll bring you both some lunch."

Link walked quietly into the living room. His sister was curled on the sofa, covered with a light blanket. Her eyes were closed, and Link assumed she was asleep. His won bedroom was a small room right off the living room and he stepped quietly inside to get a book. Returning to the living room, he took a comfortable chair, He opened up to find his sister's eyes on him.

"You got a haircut," she said unnecessarily.

Link's hand went to the back of his neck, since he'd arrived late last night and left the morning before she was out of her room, she hadn't seen how much he'd needed one.

"Did you see Dad when you were out?"

"Yes. He's just up at Silver Plume, and I would think he'd be home by the end of the week. Probably sooner if he'd know you were sick."
Aryll smiled at the thought. She loved her father dearly and missed him so much when he was away. The way she was feeling at the moment, she knew she would cry if she kept on thinking about him, so with a small note of desperation in her voice she asked, "Who did you see in town?"
"The regulars were at the barber shop," Link began and then obliged her with a detailed account of all he'd seen and done. He finished with his talk with Malon while in front of the general store and Aryll spoke up.

"I met Malon Fontaine one day when Mom asked me to take them some muffins. I think the youngest girl was there too."

"About ten years old?"
"Yeah."

"That would be Romani. Malon told me there were five, all told."

"And all with boys' names."

"Well, the nicknames their father has given them may be masculine, but they're definitely feminine."

"What's Zelda like? Isn't she the one my age?"

Link's brows drew together. He did not usually speak ill of people, but Zelda was hard to describe. "She's your age, all right, but I would say that you're going to have a hard time liking her very much."

"What exactly does that mean?"
Link dropped his eyes. He should never have put ideas into her head.

"I'm sorry, Aryll. That was wrong of me. You might get along fine, but I sense that the move here wasn't the easiest for her. Kakariko Village is not Ordana, and I don't know how much of a sense of humor she has."

"Is this your way of saying she's a snob?"

Link grimaced slightly; his sister was no fool, but he'd seen something in Zelda's eyes that was difficult to describe. Finally he replied, "I think she's more scared that she is a snob, but it's not going to come across that way."

Aryll nodded. Though she didn't have a fever or headache today, she was still tired, and the conversation was wearing her out. It was a relief to have her mother come in with large mugs of soup and thick pieces of bread. Both Uli and Link stayed with Aryll while they ate, but she was soon in need of a nap. Mother and brother left her alone. Uli had baking to do, and Link had some letters to open and answer.

"Okay, Russ," her father panted. "Lift that end now."

Thirteen-year-old Ruto tried to do as she was instructed. She as able to lift the box, but it was just too heavy to move once she had it in the air.

"It's too heavy."

Bipin frowned at her, but the young teen took it in stride.

"Where's Malon?"

"Reading a letter from Ralph."

The frown turned into a dark scowl.

"That's quite a face," Blossom commented softly as she approached. A reluctant smile tugged at Bipin's mouth. He could grow angry, and often did with nearly everyone in the world. However, just the sight of his precious wife was enough to calm him. She had given him all girls when he had specifically asked for boys, but he'd even forgiven her that. She now smiled into his eyes and put a gentle hand on his chest as she passed. Bipin too a quick glance around the store before he landed a quick swat to her backside. She turned indignantly.

"Bipin Fontaine! We're in the store!"

"No one's here, Blossom," he replied reasonably.

"You call Ruto 'no one'?"

"You didn't see anything, did you, Russ?"

"Not a thing," she told them with eyes wide to match her smile. Blossom shook her head on mock despair and herd Bipin tell Ruto to go for Malon.

"She's reading a letter from Ralph," Blossom informed him in a voice that caused Ruto to stay still. Her mother had a way with her father.

The words still caused Bipin to scowl, but he said, "Then where is Zelda?"

"Oh, she's home, trying to figure out what to wear for the first day of school," Ruto informed him calmly.

"The first day of school is next week," he grunted in mild exasperation. "Run home and tell her to come down here, Russ. Sam too, if you see her."

Ruto had only just walked from home and didn't want to go all the way back, but she did as she was told.

"Thank you." Blossom's voice came softly to her husband's ears.

"For what?"

"For not making Malon come."

Bipin frowned, "I don't like this correspondence with men."

"Not men, man. Just Ralph Langley."

"I still don't like it."

"Oh, my darling," Blossom vice was still soft, "I wish you would accept the inevitable."
"Meaning?"
"Bipin, she's in love with the man. My sister said it happened the moment they set eyes on each other."

"Cremia can't possibly know such a thing, Blossom."
Blossom looked at him for a few moments. He returned her look.

"I'm going to ask Malon about the letter tonight, and I want you to watch her reaction," she said.

"I don't know what that will prove."

The bell rang, signaling a customer entering the store and Blossom had time only to whisper, "Just watch."

"Zelda," her younger sister called as soon as she entered the front door of the deep, narrow, two-story house.

"Upstairs," came a faint reply.
"Father wants you at the store."

Ruto was still standing right inside the front door, watching as Zelda appeared at the top of the stairs wearing only her underclothes.

"But I just got home," she protested. "Where's Malon?"
"Reading a letter from Richard."

Zelda was as easy to anger as her father, and had it been anyone else, she would given vent to her temper. But Malon had the same effect on Zelda that Blossom had on her father, so Zelda turned back to her room to dress. Twenty minutes later she was at the store, her hair not even brushed. Still she was in trouble with her father for taking far too long.

"You're much too worried about the way you look," he scolded her, and Zelda, the only one of this five children to ever do so, answered back in equal anger.

"School begins next week, and I've nothing to wear!"

"You have a closetful of clothes and then some."
"I hate all of them! I need something new!"

"I can barely get a moment's work out of you, but you want new clothes."

The 15-year-old's mouth swung open. She had done nothing but work since she arrived in Kakariko Village, and the expression on her face reminded her father of that fact.

"Okay, Zel," he conceded, "we'll discuss your clothing tonight, but right now I want some work done."

"All right," Zelda acquiesced, but made it plain that she wasn't happy about it.

Ten minutes later Malon made an appearance as well, and much was accomplished before the store closed for the day. Blossom invited Error to supper that night, but he declined with a gracious smile. He was tired, he admitted to Blossom, and looking forward to the quiet of his spacious rooms above the store,

The Bipin Fontaine family made their way home. Blossom was still amazed at how perfectly the large house fit them. The downstairs had a lovely parlor, a formal dining room that lacked only tables and chairs, a large, spacious kitchen with a walk-in pantry, and a small bedroom off the back. Four bedrooms surrounded the huge landing upstairs, and there was even a room with a water closet and large freestanding bathtub. Blossom praised God every day for His provision and could well understand why Error didn't want to rattle around by himself in the larges structure.

Hands were washed and aprons put on place and after a half hour's work in the kitchen where there were numerous chairs and a large table, they sat down to their evening meal. Bipin spoke for a time as they all began to eat, thanking his family for their hard work, but also urging them to work harder still.

Blossom remained quiet during his talk, but when Bipin appeared to be through, she broke in with a quiet question to Malon.

"Ruto mentioned that you received a letter from Ralph today."

Suddenly shy, Malon only nodded and dropped her gaze to the edge of the blue-and-white china plate.

"How is he?" her mother persisted.

Malon's entire demeanor changed. She tucked her lower lop under her teeth, and her eyes shone with happiness.

"He's fine," she breathed.

Blossom exchanged a swift look with her husband, who was frowning, before gently pressing her daughter.

"What did he write about?"
"Well." Malon's face was still alight with love. "He says that he envies us the cool of the mountains. Hyrule has been very hot. He also said business at the bank is excellent, but he's getting tired of his small, downtown apartment." She hesitated and then added quietly, "He's looking for property and hopes to build a house someday.

"That would be exciting," Blossom said smoothly before Malon's sisters joined in the conversation. They asked Malon many things she didn't know, but her shrug was so adorable that everyone but her father ended up laughing. He had stopped frowning but didn't comment or join in the fun. His wife could see that he was determined to talk to Malon directly after the meal, but Blossom caught him wile the girls did the cleanup. With her hand gently holding his, she pulled him down the front hallway and into the living room. She lit a lamp and spoke, her eyes looking seriously into his.

"You don't like me to be right, so I'll not ask you to admit it, but I must say this, Bipin. You're certain in your mind that this wouldn't be happening if we'd had boys, but I can't aggress with you. They would still grown up, fall in love, and move away. Some might stay, but certainly not all. We must accept this.

"Ralph is a wonderful man, and Malon has never disobeyed us. This is not some whim. If you forbid her this, it will break her heart. She'll obey you because of the love between you, but you'll crush her sweet heart until she's positive she's going to die."

"But we don't know this man!" Bipin broke in a desperate whisper.

"So let's invite him for a visit and get to know him. Let's encourage Malon and not beat her down." Tears filled Blossom's eyes. "My father never approved of you, but I ran away because you stole my heart. Before he died, my father realized he was all wrong about you. Malon would never choose to rebel as I did, but you could be all wrong about Ralph too."

Bipin's sigh was huge. He pulled Blossom into his arms and just held her. He could never handle her tears. His sweet wife would never know it, but part of the reason that everything turned to success in Bipin's hand was because Blossom's father dad said to would never happen. Bipin Fontaine easily grew restless. They had lived in many places and he'd had his hand in many a business, but all had been successful, because he'd been challenged.

He looked down not to where Blossom's head lay on his chest. She tipped her dead back to see him, and he pressed a kiss to her brow.

"I don't care what you say, Blossom, boys are easier." He was doing his level best to sound stern.

"Be that as it may, Bipin, we have girls."

Bipin only shook his dead and kissed her again. I sounded like Sari and Romani where arguing over something, so he gently released his wife and moved to the kitchen. Bipin threatened to find additional chores to keep them busy until bedtime if the girls could not get along, and things quieted swiftly. Blossom had come in slowly behind him, still praying that Bipin would accept what was to come. Her heart was greatly lifted when she hear him speak to Malon.

"Does Ralph ever talk about visiting Kakariko Village, Moe?"

"He did once," she told her father, "but I wasn't sure it would be all right, so I didn't reply to it."
"But you'd like him to come."

Malon's anxious eyes flew to her father. She looked at him with such longing that she suddenly looked much younger that her 18 years. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She finally just nodded.

"Well then. Bipin's voice had become soft. "I guess you'd better ask him."

Malon threw her arms around her father's neck and squeezed him with all her might. He laughed and hugged her in return.

"Well, if you thought it was hard to get work out of Malon before," Sari now commented, "It'll be dang-near impossible now."

"You shut your mouth, Sari Fontaine," Zelda told her in no uncertain terms.

"That's a very good idea," Blossom broke in with a firm but much calmer tone. "And if you use that kind of language again, Sari, I'll find a bar of soap with your name on it."

"Yes, Mother." Sari was suitably cowed by her mother, but when she turned away, Zelda received a dirty look. It did nothing to intimidate the older girl, however, and her lovely chin only rose in challenge until Sari's gaze dropped.

That night in bed, the incident with Sari put out of her mind, Zelda had more questions for Malon. The girls shared a very feminine room as well as a large, soft bed, and as usual, ended the evening with talk about the day.

"Do you love Ralph, Malon?"

"Yes," the older girl said softly. "I think I loved him right away but then thought it must be a crush. Then after we started to write each other, I knew it was real."

"Do you get excited about living in a house that he built for the two of you?"

Malon only laughed. Her mind hadn't gone that far.

"I'm never going to fall in love," Zelda declared as she got comfortable on the pillow. "I think men are a pain."

"You might change your mind, Zelda," Malon said gently.

"Never! I'm still amazed that you spoke to that Link Taggart today. I just hate him."
Malon smiled as she rolled to turn down the lantern, but didn't speak. However, she was still thinking, you might change your mind, Zelda.

Thanks to all that are reading ill try to have the next chapter up by next week. Now it's off to be for me.