Chapter=3
"So Miss Delia, What do you like do for fun?" Emily asked as the four
of the drug their sleds up a very large hill.
Delia shrugged her shoulders, "I dunno. Fun stuff I guess."
Emily laughed, "Me too. Fun stuff is definitely of the good. So what about you Ephram? What do you do for fun?"
Ephram was caught off guard but quickly answered, "Music, I guess. I really like music."
Amy nodded, "Yeah, Ephrams a great musician. He fills in every now then as the dance class' piano player."
"So do you play classical or are you more of a rock music kinda guy?
Ephram laughed, "Can you even play rock on a piano?"
Emily laughed too, "I'm sure you could with a little of practice. Just look at Jerry Lee Lewis. He could definitely tear up the keys."
"True, but somehow I just don't see myself as a Jerry Lee Lewis," Amy and Delia had reached the top of the hill and began their descent back down the hill.
"No. I think your more of a Mozart kinda of guy. Although I'm sure you couldn't tell by your appearance."
Eprham scoffed, "And what is wrong with my appearance?" he said gesturing to his black jeans, and rather large, poofy ski jacket.
Emily shrugged, "Nothing. Its just you have that 'I hate my life' rebel kind of look, but I know better."
Eprham laughed, "Oh, do ya? Enlighten me."
They both paused at the stop of the hill, Emily sitting down on the top of her sled, " Okay, where would you like me to start? Would you like me to tell you your future or discuss your past?" Emily said doing her best impression of a gypsy, before giggling wildly, but quickly sobering, "No seriously Eprham. You're not really mad at the world although you do a pretty good impression of it."
"And what makes you say that? You've known me for what? A total of two hours at the most," Ephram said avoiding eye contact with Emily and instead watching Amy and Delia giggling as they reached the bottom of the hill.
"Amy told me a little bit about you on our way to your house. How your mom passed away and that caused your resentment for the world, but mostly for your father. I didn't really believe her, since you seemed well grounded and happy within your life. However, I sensed what Amy had said held some truth, but quickly dismissed it, when I saw you and your father earlier. You love your father, although I'm sure you'd never let him know. Your very good at pretending you don't have a care in the world for him."
Eprham bitterly chuckled, finally looking her in the eye, " Emily, I never said I didn't love my father, but I have good reasons to be angry with him. He is a complete work maniac. It took my mother's dying for him to realize he actually had children. Now he is trying to be the perfect father."
"Eprham, I'm sure you don't believe me, but when I say I know exactly what that is like I mean it. Both my parents work very hard and quite often. I am grateful for all their hard work, because they provide me with a very comfortable life. I know my parents love me but part of the reason I'm here in Everwood is because of them. Right now, my parents need to worry about themselves, but Eprham that's beside the point. Your dad is trying to make up for all the mistakes he has made with you and Delia, and although it took a tragedy to wake him up it did. Out of all that sadness and pain something wonderful came out of it. If one day all of sudden both my parents or even one of them decided they'd rather be with me rather than working, I would take them up on it in a heartbeat. There is no way I'd push them away, no matter what the circumstances," Emily looked down a second wiping away a stray tear that did not go unnoticed by Eprham. She then quickly looked up, "Ephram, if I were in your situation I think you know what I would do."
Emily looked deeply into Eprham's eyes with a meaningful gaze, but the moment was quickly interrupted by Delia and Amy's return.
"So what are you guys waiting for aren't you going to sled?" Delia asked starring at them quizzically.
Emily laughed, "Of course. I was just getting to know your brother. So you up for a race, miss Delia?"
"Yeah, lets go," Delia said as the two quickly mad their way down the hill with Amy and Eprham slowly following behind the two.
Delia shrugged her shoulders, "I dunno. Fun stuff I guess."
Emily laughed, "Me too. Fun stuff is definitely of the good. So what about you Ephram? What do you do for fun?"
Ephram was caught off guard but quickly answered, "Music, I guess. I really like music."
Amy nodded, "Yeah, Ephrams a great musician. He fills in every now then as the dance class' piano player."
"So do you play classical or are you more of a rock music kinda guy?
Ephram laughed, "Can you even play rock on a piano?"
Emily laughed too, "I'm sure you could with a little of practice. Just look at Jerry Lee Lewis. He could definitely tear up the keys."
"True, but somehow I just don't see myself as a Jerry Lee Lewis," Amy and Delia had reached the top of the hill and began their descent back down the hill.
"No. I think your more of a Mozart kinda of guy. Although I'm sure you couldn't tell by your appearance."
Eprham scoffed, "And what is wrong with my appearance?" he said gesturing to his black jeans, and rather large, poofy ski jacket.
Emily shrugged, "Nothing. Its just you have that 'I hate my life' rebel kind of look, but I know better."
Eprham laughed, "Oh, do ya? Enlighten me."
They both paused at the stop of the hill, Emily sitting down on the top of her sled, " Okay, where would you like me to start? Would you like me to tell you your future or discuss your past?" Emily said doing her best impression of a gypsy, before giggling wildly, but quickly sobering, "No seriously Eprham. You're not really mad at the world although you do a pretty good impression of it."
"And what makes you say that? You've known me for what? A total of two hours at the most," Ephram said avoiding eye contact with Emily and instead watching Amy and Delia giggling as they reached the bottom of the hill.
"Amy told me a little bit about you on our way to your house. How your mom passed away and that caused your resentment for the world, but mostly for your father. I didn't really believe her, since you seemed well grounded and happy within your life. However, I sensed what Amy had said held some truth, but quickly dismissed it, when I saw you and your father earlier. You love your father, although I'm sure you'd never let him know. Your very good at pretending you don't have a care in the world for him."
Eprham bitterly chuckled, finally looking her in the eye, " Emily, I never said I didn't love my father, but I have good reasons to be angry with him. He is a complete work maniac. It took my mother's dying for him to realize he actually had children. Now he is trying to be the perfect father."
"Eprham, I'm sure you don't believe me, but when I say I know exactly what that is like I mean it. Both my parents work very hard and quite often. I am grateful for all their hard work, because they provide me with a very comfortable life. I know my parents love me but part of the reason I'm here in Everwood is because of them. Right now, my parents need to worry about themselves, but Eprham that's beside the point. Your dad is trying to make up for all the mistakes he has made with you and Delia, and although it took a tragedy to wake him up it did. Out of all that sadness and pain something wonderful came out of it. If one day all of sudden both my parents or even one of them decided they'd rather be with me rather than working, I would take them up on it in a heartbeat. There is no way I'd push them away, no matter what the circumstances," Emily looked down a second wiping away a stray tear that did not go unnoticed by Eprham. She then quickly looked up, "Ephram, if I were in your situation I think you know what I would do."
Emily looked deeply into Eprham's eyes with a meaningful gaze, but the moment was quickly interrupted by Delia and Amy's return.
"So what are you guys waiting for aren't you going to sled?" Delia asked starring at them quizzically.
Emily laughed, "Of course. I was just getting to know your brother. So you up for a race, miss Delia?"
"Yeah, lets go," Delia said as the two quickly mad their way down the hill with Amy and Eprham slowly following behind the two.