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Olivia climbed out of the carriage and stood waiting for her mother. Mrs. Wenton came out soon after and almost fell. Olivia steadied her and the carriage pulled away. Mrs. Wenton stood up straight.
"It was a dizzy spell, don't worry honey. Look, over there isn't that the boy you like?" her mother asked seeing Jack sitting across the street. Olivia beamed and waved for him to come over. Jack smiled and ran over.
"Mother, this is Jack, Jack this is my mother," Olivia introduced.
"Pleased ta meet ya ma'm," Jack said, tipping his hat.
"He's so charming dear," Mrs. Wenton said.
"Tank ya ma'm."
"Oh, call me Mrs. Wenton," Mrs. Wenton smiled. Jack nodded.
"May I talk ta ya daughtah for a minute?" Jack asked. Mrs. Wenton nodded. Jack pulled Olivia down the street a little and told her about the man. Mrs. Wenton went into the house.
"Sandy red hair?" Olivia asked. As the newsie nodded she felt her knees buckle under her. "He found us." Jack caught her before she could hit the ground.
After she came to she was on the walkway with her head in Jack's lap.
"Are ya aright?" he asked, concern in every inch of his green eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine," she replied sitting up slowly.
"What was dat all about?"
"That man, he's my father," she told him. Jack looked forward but said nothing. "He found us, we kind of ran away from him."
"Why?"
"Because he wants something."
"What?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Jack wasn't stupid enough to pry into her private life so he just nodded and didn't press.
"Want to come in? Lunch should be served soon," Olivia said after a few moments of silence.
"Shoah," Jack accepted. He stood up and offered a hand to Olivia. She took it and stood, but didn't let go.
Mrs. Wenton watched from the window as Olivia brought Jack towards the door. She smiled weakly.
"She'll have someone to take care of her," she whispered as the door opened and closed.
"Mother, can Jack come to lunch?" Olivia called.
"Of course sweetie," Mrs. Wenton replied coming into the entrance hall. Olivia and Jack immediately dropped each other's hand. Mrs. Wenton giggled a bit and shook her head.
"Ma'ms, lunch is ready," a blond woman said, coming into the room.
"Thank you Julie, will set a place for our guest please?" Mrs. Wenton asked.
"Yes." The girl exited the room. Jack removed his cowboy hat and held it in his hands. He felt out of place in this house, obviously Olivia was better off then he thought. She, sensing his nervousness, took his hat and hung it on a hook next to the doorway.
"Come on," Olivia pulled him into a door two door down from the entrance. Jack entered the dining room feeling even more wrong then before. The table was gorgeous, a flower bouquet was in the center and each place had fine china and crystal. "Breaking out the good stuff mother?" Olivia giggled.
"Well, I thought since we had a guest I'd tell Julie to set the fine china and such out," Mrs. Wenton looked a little embarrassed, but not have as much as Jack. Olivia bit her lip and smiled weakly.
"Um, well, should we get started?" the girl asked. Mrs. Wenton nodded and sat at the head of the table. Jack sat to her left and Olivia to her right. No one talked that much and it was awkward. 'O no, I'm such an idiot. I should have seen this coming.' Olivia thought.
"Jack, can I ask you a few questions?" her mother said.
"Yes Mrs. Wenton," Jack replied before he caught the look in Olivia's eyes. 'Oh no, here's the interrogation,' Olivia thought, smacking her forehead with her palm.
"How old are you?" she began.
"I'se almost 18," he answered.
"Where are your parents?"
"Me mother's dead and me father's out west."
"Have you ever been in jail?"
"Mother, stop, please. He hasn't done anything wrong. Why are acting like he's a criminal?" Olivia said putting her fork down with amazing force.
"I just want to make sure he's good enough for you," Mrs. Wenton said. Mrs. Wenton was perfectly sweet most of the time, but she was being unusually wicked.
"He is, isn't the fact that I like him good enough for you?" Olivia said. 'Uh oh, too much information,' she thought looking at Jack's stunned face before hurrying into the front yard.
Jack sat in surprise for a minute before running after Olivia. Mrs. Wenton smiled and was very pleased. She had been afraid of Jack for a minute. He reminded her of Olivia's father.
Olivia sat under the Oak tree in the front yard. 'Fandamtastic!' she thought bitterly.
Jack stood next to her, hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Um Olivia, can I talks ta ya?" he asked nervously. She nodded and he sat down next to her. "Um, did ya mean what ya said?"
"About liking you?" she looked at him.
"Yea."
"Yes, I did," she smiled and looked at the street. "I really do like you. Your one of the greatest people I've ever met! You like me for who I am, not what I am, I think. Anyway, it's just hard not to like you."
"Yea, I do like ya for who ya are." Jack put an arm around Olivia's shoulders. She felt safe in his arms.
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