A/n~This wasen't really what I had in mind for a follow up, but after seeing Les Mis. last night, I guess I just wrote what I felt..If that makes any sense. On with the story. I've taken all the thoughts and messages into mind and I will try to make these chapters a little longer =)
After that full, long day, I went home, but avoided sleep at all costs.. I went and threw rocks in the river for awhile and thought of how I tortured the boys when we were younger by hiding their shirts, or dragging them through the mud. Mud took to Danny very well..Okay so I was the one responsible for getting him all muddy, I was 12. Everybody likes mud at that age. Had I known what he went through when he got home because of me, I would have stopped forever. I really never knew what the big deal was. Mr. Walker was a farmer so a little dirt shouldn't have bothered him, but I was afraid of him so I never questioned anything. And Rafe, his favorite thing to do was to randomly push me in. I guess that was the price of being younger and being a girl. After I walked down memory lane at the river, I went up and sat in the plane for awhile and thought about the first time I'd ever attempted a barrel roll. I must have been about 14 at the time and got really mad at the boys for saying I couldn't do something, so I started doing a bunch of my own tricks without even thinking just to prove that I had some talent in that area and before I knew it, bim bam boosh- there was a barrel roll. Later I heard Rafe tell Danny that I actully could fly, which I already knew, it just felt nice to hear someone say it. Rafe had been about 17 or 18 before he considered trying, and Danny was about 19 so I took great pride in teasing them saying I could do it before them.
By now it was pretty late and nobody was up so I couldn't really do anything. I solved that problem right away by starting a letter to Danny.
Danny Boy~
Sorry I couldn't resist. Well I'm bored. Normally I'd swing by your house and start throwing pebbles at you window to tell you I want to work on the plane, but we're stuck in two different places. I've been doing some thinking and I relized I'm sorry for throwing mud at you! The Red Sox beat the Dodgers today and my dad was really getting into it. Yelling at the radio when he didn't like something complete with some curse words, and he used to yell at ME for making too much noice in the house. I pray I don't end up that strange when I"m his age. I don't really know if thoughts can help you where you are, but I've been doing a lot of that latley. Well that's Elisabeth's Life lesson 101 for now.
~ME
I always got responces back quicker from Danny. Maybe because he wasen't off doing God knows what everyday, maybe because Rafe couldn't write too well. Whatever the reason I got a responce back pretty fast.
Dear Elisabeth,
I don't know what can go wrong here. Hawaii is beautiful, something you and your buddies would really like. Lots of boys for you to look at. Thats something you'll learn. Fathers can pretty much do whatever they want whenever they feel like doing it. Trust me on this one, thats something I learned very early in life. They don't need to have a reason. Uh, Rafe and I have tried to keep in touch,. and well there's something I gotta tell you. Now I"m not gonna beat around the bush since I have no idea how you're gonna take this I'll just spit it right out. Rafe is.............gone. From what I know he was shot down in action and presumed dead. One thing I know for sure is he sent off one last letter to both you and your mom. He would want us both to carry on, so in any future letters I don't want to sense any sort of depression.
Danny
After that full, long day, I went home, but avoided sleep at all costs.. I went and threw rocks in the river for awhile and thought of how I tortured the boys when we were younger by hiding their shirts, or dragging them through the mud. Mud took to Danny very well..Okay so I was the one responsible for getting him all muddy, I was 12. Everybody likes mud at that age. Had I known what he went through when he got home because of me, I would have stopped forever. I really never knew what the big deal was. Mr. Walker was a farmer so a little dirt shouldn't have bothered him, but I was afraid of him so I never questioned anything. And Rafe, his favorite thing to do was to randomly push me in. I guess that was the price of being younger and being a girl. After I walked down memory lane at the river, I went up and sat in the plane for awhile and thought about the first time I'd ever attempted a barrel roll. I must have been about 14 at the time and got really mad at the boys for saying I couldn't do something, so I started doing a bunch of my own tricks without even thinking just to prove that I had some talent in that area and before I knew it, bim bam boosh- there was a barrel roll. Later I heard Rafe tell Danny that I actully could fly, which I already knew, it just felt nice to hear someone say it. Rafe had been about 17 or 18 before he considered trying, and Danny was about 19 so I took great pride in teasing them saying I could do it before them.
By now it was pretty late and nobody was up so I couldn't really do anything. I solved that problem right away by starting a letter to Danny.
Danny Boy~
Sorry I couldn't resist. Well I'm bored. Normally I'd swing by your house and start throwing pebbles at you window to tell you I want to work on the plane, but we're stuck in two different places. I've been doing some thinking and I relized I'm sorry for throwing mud at you! The Red Sox beat the Dodgers today and my dad was really getting into it. Yelling at the radio when he didn't like something complete with some curse words, and he used to yell at ME for making too much noice in the house. I pray I don't end up that strange when I"m his age. I don't really know if thoughts can help you where you are, but I've been doing a lot of that latley. Well that's Elisabeth's Life lesson 101 for now.
~ME
I always got responces back quicker from Danny. Maybe because he wasen't off doing God knows what everyday, maybe because Rafe couldn't write too well. Whatever the reason I got a responce back pretty fast.
Dear Elisabeth,
I don't know what can go wrong here. Hawaii is beautiful, something you and your buddies would really like. Lots of boys for you to look at. Thats something you'll learn. Fathers can pretty much do whatever they want whenever they feel like doing it. Trust me on this one, thats something I learned very early in life. They don't need to have a reason. Uh, Rafe and I have tried to keep in touch,. and well there's something I gotta tell you. Now I"m not gonna beat around the bush since I have no idea how you're gonna take this I'll just spit it right out. Rafe is.............gone. From what I know he was shot down in action and presumed dead. One thing I know for sure is he sent off one last letter to both you and your mom. He would want us both to carry on, so in any future letters I don't want to sense any sort of depression.
Danny