Sorry, this took so long. I've been caught up in personal business not to mention severe writer's block. Anyway, here's chapter 3. I hope you like it. Especially you IMayOrMayNotExist. Thanks so much for your review!
The next morning has gone the same as any other. I prepare breakfast for the children, while they converse amongst themselves. Alexander, of course, is quiet, talking with William, whenever need be. When the Reynolds Pamphlet was released, 4 years ago, Philip, Angie, John Church, and Alexander Jr. were all old enough to know that it was a terrible thing their father did and they hated it for him. Though Philip did forgive him as shown dying to defend his honor, the others have never really treated him the same. Angie especially, she didn't know what to do after Philip died resulting in her going mentally insane.
"Daddy, when is Philip coming home?" I hear William ask. I stop for a moment closely listening to Alexander's answer. This was a common question from the five-year-old, but we had always danced around it. Alexander meets my eyes as I turn to look at him and Will. Though he quickly looks away through that single look we both seem to agree that there can't be any more dancing. We have to give him an answer that would communicate that Philip is dead and not coming home.
"Will," he says. "You remember me telling you about my mother?"
He nods his head in response.
"You remember that she went to heaven when I was only three years younger than Alex? Well, Philip went to go live with her up there."
"But, when will he come home?"
"Son, you can't come home after going to heaven. You'll see him again when you go to live there."
"I want to go now."
"I'm sorry, I'd like to see him too but our times to go live with them have yet to come. We all must be patient and wait."
It's at this time that I'm very grateful for Alexander's way of words. Though I've never understood how he does it, when questions similar to Will's come up though it sure is a life saver. If only he could have used his ability to stop Phil from going to that duel. I smiled at the thought of him. It's funny, how when you loose someone you simultaneously want to be with them, but stay here where you are at the same time. Oh, Philip. No doubt about it, you inherited your father's pride.
Thanks so much again. Review if you wish I really love to read them.
Here's a question, should I write a chapter from Angelica's point of view? I've been thinking about it...
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