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"There you go. Just like that." Mrs. Adams smiled at Helen as she took another seed of some flower and buried it into the earth. "You are a quick learner. You have to remember – the flowers are just like babies. They need a lot of care, but even more love."

Helen smiled back at the old lady. Babies? The truth was that she wasn't even sure if she was good with the babies. Probably she wasn't. That's what she thought at least.

"What's that?" she asked as she extended her hand to Mrs. Adams. There were a few seeds in her palm. She really was curios. Helen had never planted anything and that was something new to her. And interesting also. Mrs. Adams was nice enough to teach her how to plant these flowers. But Helen still had no clue to which plant belonged the seeds in her hand. So therefore she asked.

"It's a snowdrop. A beautiful flower you know. I think it's unique." Mrs. Adams smiled, rather to herself. Helen looked at her.

"Why is it unique? It's just a flower. Like many other flowers."

"No… it's not like the others. After the long winter… that's the first flower to appear. It's like the snowdrops proclaims the soon coming summer. And it's a very beautiful flower too. So white, innocent, gentle. It looks very fragile. It only looks that way. But it's not actually. It's strong enough to take the last blizzards and sharp colds of the slow disappearing winter. I think that it's my favorite flower. I realized that after I read one of Anderson's tales. Have you ever read something by him?"

"No, never." Helen looked at Mrs. Adams even more curiously now. She didn't like Anderson. She considered him as kind of dark person. Everything he wrote was sad.

"You should read that one. It's called "The Snowdrop". And now when I think about that… it reminds me of you, Mrs. Helen." the old woman smiled widely.

"How come?" Helen raised her eyebrow.

"It's a little philosophic I think. About that Danish poet. I forgot his name. But he appeared too early for his time… Just like the snowdrops do. And he wasn't understood from the society I guess. He had to survive the blizzards and the cold of the winter, just like a snowdrop. But he was a sign that soon everything will be over and the summer will eventually come." Mrs. Adams sighed. "You are a strong woman, Mrs. Helen. You are a snowdrop, no matter what anyone tells you."

"Seth told me that I'm a rose." Helen smiled as she remembered her conversation with her brother. Mrs. Adams shook her head.

"No… I disagree. The roses are beautiful and have thorns to defend themselves, but they wouldn't survive what the snowdrop would."

Helen nodded. Maybe Mrs. Adams was right. She herself couldn't know what she was and what her problem was. All she knew right then was that she didn't feel very good. And this time it was more of the physical meaning of that word, not just mentally. Helen was starting to think that she was sick. Maybe she just needed a good rest was all? Yes, a rest.

"I think I'm going to get some rest." She announced and Mrs. Adams nodded in answer. Helen stood up, staggering a little. Her head was spinning.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Mrs. Adams stood up as well.

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry. Just the sun has gotten me. I spend the whole morning under it. I'll go drink some water and I'll be fine. Don't worry." Helen smiled. Mrs. Adams looked at her, suspiciously.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes… of course. In the worst case I'm getting sick. I have caught a cold or something, right? No need to worry." Helen smiled, but it seemed like the older woman wasn't assured in her words.

"A cold, huh?"

"Yes, so I'm going to take some rest, drink some tea and everything would be fine." Helen smiled again.

"Okay then. If you believe you have a cold, cold be it then." Mrs. Adams smiled, though Helen was sure that she had something in mind.

Jake couldn't believe his ears at what he had just heard. Maybe he had gotten that the wrong way. It wasn't possible. Seth was a great guy, he couldn't be in love with his sister… or could he? No, of course not. Maybe Katherine meant something different. Jake was mad at his wife. He wasn't sure why though, but he just was. So that's why, when she left the room that she and Seth were in a minute ago, Jake grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her aside. She looked up at him shocked. And Jake was glad about that. He seriously didn't get how come that his wife was afraid of him, although he hadn't hit her or anything. He hadn't done a thing to her. Yet.

"What was that?" he asked angrily. Katherine looked at her feet. "Answer me, Katherine! What was that about?"

"I… I…" she stuttered.

"You what?"

"I did nothing I swear. It's all Mr. Rollins's fault. I did nothing." She answered quickly.

"Mr. Rollins's fault, huh?" Jake raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I was just trying to defend myself. He was blackmailing me. He made me… have intimate contact with him. I didn't want it, but he forced me into it."

Jake laughed hard. Now that really made his day. Katherine looked up at him, even more scared now.

"He is sick, Jake. You have to believe me. He really is sick. He is in love with his sister, can you believe that? And he is just using your brother. He is sick. Believe me." She almost pleaded. Jake tried to remain serious.

"So Seth's in love with Helen? Even if it's true, how exactly is that your concern? How many times do I have to tell you not to get involved in things that are not your concern, huh? God, Katherine, you'll never learn, will you? Or you are just that stupid?" he pushed her a little, letting go of her arm and then added through gritted teeth: "Stay out of it, got it? Go and mind your own business. I'm so mad; I can't even look at you right now!"

She hurried to get out of his sight. Jake was still mad. How the hell out of all of the ugly women in the world, he got to marry that one? He really was sick of her. So sick, that he couldn't stand her. He hated her. And though he had to go back to her every night. He didn't have any choice. He was supposed to sleep in the same bed like her and share the end of his days with her, wanting that or not. Maybe if he was lucky enough she could give him children, but he wasn't sure he wanted her genes in anything. God, he wasn't sure that she could even have children. In fact he thought that she couldn't from some time now.

Jake sighed loudly and entered the room, where Seth was. He had to talk with him. It was necessary.