Chapter Fifteen
Allie's Diary-Stuff To Tell You
Dear Diary,
Boy do I have some stuff to tell you. You'll never believe what has happened since I last wrote.
Uncle Nathan had some cracked ribs after being beat up by some bank robbers. His ribs are just about healed. He says he will be fine. I had taken the car to go find him when he didn't come home on time but the bad guys grabbed me too and tied me. Uncle Nathan was tied up too. I got loose and was going to untie Uncle Nathan but he made me promise to slip out the back and ride Newton to Hope Valley to get Judge Bill and Mountie Newberry. By the time they got to the shack, the bank robbers had already been tied up by Uncle Nathan and a man named Pete Spurlock but in the darkness with only the light of the campfire, Judge Bill and Mountie Newberry thought Mr. Spurlock was trying to hurt Uncle Nathan so Judge Avery shot up into the air which caused Mr. Spurlock to trip on a log and knock himself plum out. They took him to infirmary and Dr. Carter took care of him. Come to find out he is not a bad guy after all. I think he does have a cousin or brother or something like that who was a Pinkerton agent. Anyhow dear diary, all is well now and the bank robbers are in jail.
Oh yes dear diary, you will never believe this either. Of all things, Uncle Nathan and Mrs. Thornton are actually seeing each other for real now. After I heard her apologize to Uncle Nathan, it was crazy how all the animosity and hurt I had felt towards her just melted off like butter on one of Mrs. Canfield's hot biscuits. I didn't know what to expect when I saw them talking but wow…it was a heart-felt moment that had me mesmerized. If Uncle Nathan's happy, I'm happy…well most of the time.
Mr. Bouchard seems to be a mess anymore. He is sure quiet and not nearly as friendly and well groomed as before. Not as swanky I must say. I think he is having trouble with juggling his businesses. He mumbles to himself in French a lot. He and Mrs. Thornton don't speak to each other much anymore, at least not without a scowl on their faces. I can't help it. That makes me chuckle to myself.
Who knows what's really going on with adults. They do baffle me at times. I am in no hurry to become a full fledged adult because being a teenager is fun…and I can drive. I'm thinking about being a race car driver like I saw on a colorful advertisement in a magazine while in Hamilton. I don't think I will tell Uncle Nathan yet about my aspirations. Maybe I will tell Fiona…oops…Miss Miller later and see what she thinks. She's a fun adult.
Oh and by the way, Robert looked mighty fetching in his blue suit at church today. He still denies that I did catch the biggest fish earlier. Oh Robert. When will you ever learn. I am the Fish Master.
Until later dear diary,
Allie
P.S. I am going to refer to Uncle Nathan as "Dad" from here on out and he is already calling me his daughter. Isn't adoption wonderful?
P.S.S. By the way, I'm going to have to admit I really need more practice driving. That clutch about got the better of me. Shhhh…don't tell Dad.