Just thought I'd update one last time before finally leaving. *Tear* In case you're wondering what I'm talking about or if you haven't read my profile, I'm taking a break from for a few months. So this is hello and goodbye.
Sitting all by herself in the hotel room, Emma took out the letter she'd found in Ami's desk, smoothed it, and read it silently to herself.
"Dear Patrick," it read in spidery script,
"I'm so glad to hear that you got that job.
Remember, no matter what happens, our lives are in the Hands of the Almighty. Please don't forget that anything and, indeed, everything that happens in your life is for a reason. For His reasons. Even when we go through dark times, God has ordained them for a purpose. Don't ever forget that.
I love you, Patrick, and you know that. But don't ever forget that, as much as I love you, there is One Who loves you infinitely- One Who gave His life for you, who died the worst death possibly imaginable. Don't ever forget that everything is for a purpose, no matter how hard anything and everything might seem.
Patrick, darling- I'm afraid I've got some very bad news. Don't tell anyone, but your father- well, the bank is having a hard time, and Father has lost all the money. If anyone finds out, we will be put in jail. And-"
"Hmmm," Emma said aloud, scanning the lines again, "look at this."
She pointed out, to herself (as was her habit) that the letter broke off abruptly, and that the letter looked as though it had been hastily crammed into a ball- but just then her family came in the door. She hastily shoved it into her bag and started reading "The Ordinary Princess" with all her might.
That made her think of something.
She had just crammed that paper into her bag. Maybe the lady was trying to hide it from something.
Then she thought of what had just happened. Or someone.
She nodded her head briskly; this was going to turn out to be one of her favourite kind of "figure-out-what-happened-some-hundred-years-ago" situation.
She loved those.
But it was much more fun when she could control the situation- say, in a story.
Well, she reflected, at least I'm not actually there. At least I'm in my nice, comfortable room. Our nice, comfortable room, she corrected herself.
But a traitorous little voice in the back of her head whispered, "But you do wish you were there, don't you?"
Emma was forced to confess that, yes, she did wish she could time-travel.
"Well, why not now?" An enormous voice boomed.
And I just had to leave it at a cliffhanger! Well, there you have it! Just wait and see what's going to happen! It's going to be so jolly!
-Austra