"Isabel Stone, get down her right now."
"Coming Father," she called down the stairs. Glancing in the mirror again she wondered if Rafe would come. Quickly she shoved a box back under her bed and left the room.
"Your late. These men need warm breakfasts before they go to the work."
"I am sorry, I overslept."
"Don't lie to me. Those brats were up crying most of the night. I am warning you Isabel either make them stop or I will."
"Yes Father." She replied moving to make breakfast for the borders. While she made the eggs she let her mind wander. She had sent out that telegram and she hoped with all that she had that Rafe would come soon.
Breakfast was over an hour later and her father as usual took of for the day. Running back to her room she pulled out the box, Danny's box.
Dearest Izzy-bell,
I know how much you hate that name but it is the one I will call you always. Doolittle has promised that these letters will get to you. I am so sorry I ever let him take you away like that. Iz I had no idea he would up and leave home. This has to be a quick letter since I am off for training. Look Iz, if anything happens to me and you need help go to Rafe he is family to us.
Love,
Danny
She remembered hearing about that training day from another letter.
They had played chicken. It was the day before Rafe left for England and
nearly got killed. A crying in the next room shook her out of her thoughts.
"Oh sweetie what is wrong?" She asked as she picked up the crying baby.
Looking around the room she noticed the empty bed.
"Mommmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"
Sighing she stood up with the baby still in her arms. "I am coming."
Gently she put the baby back into the crib and headed downstairs. She saw
a little boy jumping up and down trying to see out the window of the door.
"Jimmy can you do me a favor sweetie and go upstairs for a little bit?"
Sighing loudly the little boy headed up the stairs.
She watched him go up the stairs for a few moments. Turning around
she hoped this wasn't another border or she would be giving up her room
again. She walked towards the door opening it as the person outside knocked.
"Rafe!" She cried in surprise as she recognized the man who stood on the
doorstep.
"Iz you have gotten so beautiful." Rafe said as he buried her
in a huge hug. A crying baby broke them apart.
"Mommy," the young boy cried from the top of the stairs, "I told
him not to cry."
"Mommy?" a startled voice asked.
