Chapter Two
"Was I too long?" Joan asked as she shut the screen door behind her.
" No. It was perfect timing." He replied he looked at her and grinned. "Come and sit. We still have plenty of time before we should go." He patted the space next to him on the wooden porch swing.
"Alright." She answered smiling back at him as she sat down. They sat there for several minutes before Joseph cleared his throat. Joan looked at him. He coughed again. He sounded very nervous and embarrassed.
"Uh nice day huh Joan?" He said finally though in a very different tone that he usually used.
"Yes it is Joseph." She replied, not noticing the awkward tone he had spoken to her in. She looked around. It was a beautiful day. The bright green grass was sparkling with dew and the morning glories were just beginning to open. They both sat in silence for a few moments. Joan was admiring the lovely day but Joseph was quiet for a very different reason. Suddenly the door opened.
" Joan. It's eight forty-five." Her father said poking his head out the door. Joseph jumped up, grabbed her hand, and began to run in the direction of their school.
"Thanks dad!" She yelled back at him. He waved and shut the door. Joan and her father had a very deep relationship. Joan always knew she could go up to him anytime unless he was working. She could even talk to him about boy trouble if she wanted to without him getting upset or laughing at her. Although she had not yet had boy trouble yet she did not know how soon it would begin.