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the book).
But I do own this story, Tuck Everlasting (book and movie) and zillions of Gilmore
Girls tapes but that is a different story. Please review.*
Winnie awoke to her mother's gentle shaking.
"Winnie, wake up."
"I'm awake Mother."
"Well jump on up so Lisle can wash your hair and then I can help you dress."
"Yes m'am," Winnie said getting out of the bed and stretching.
The rest of the night had been uneventful. No dreams or at least none that she
could remember. She exited the bedroom into the bathroom and undressed and sat in the
tub while Lisle washed her hair.
"You are very quiet this morning, Miss Foster. Might it be something about last
night's dream perhaps?" Lisle asked.
"Yes Lisle," Winnie answered simply.
"I heard you, in your yelling, yell the name of Jesse. Is he the man in main cause
of your nightmares?"
"Ummmm.." Winnie said reluctantly.
"Tell me child. I may seem old but I too know of matters of the heart."
"Yes he is," Winnie admitted matter-of-factly.
"Oh dear.I have taken care of you for many years. Since you were six and I
fifteen. I have seen you cooped into the house every time you branched out. You finally
have found the one thing that will help you explore the world. Tell me all about him,"
Lisle said with child-like excitement.
"Well," Winnie started, "He has brown hair that falls over his eyes in such a
manner and his eyes, a lake of the purest blue. I only knew him for what people might
think a few piddling days, but we were destined to meet. But.."
'But what darling?"
"He..he.he is a common man, poor. My parents would surely never, ever
approve."
"Oh. May I be so bold as to make a suggestion?"
"Yes please."
"Well, if you love this man as you so undoubtedly shown me in this time, then I
suggest you do whatever you can to be with him."
"Thank you Lisle."
Mrs. Foster entered and they then stepped back into their roles of mistress and
servant.
*LATER*
"Good morning, Winnie darling," her father said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning father."
"We can proceed on with breakfast then," he said to a near by attendant.
The maids brought out toast, marmalade, and eggs. The Fosters ate in silence and
afterward all went to separate rooms to get their coats. Once safely in her room, Winnie
took a small box from inside her undergarment drawer. Inside the box lay a small
perfume vial of water. Satisfied that it was intact, she replaced it and exited the room,
leaving the bottle safe if the occasion ever arrived.
The Fosters saw London from the privacy and leisure of their coach. They saw
the Big Ben, Royal Palace, statues, parks, and any other conceivable land mark that
would bore a child to tears. If she had seen this with Jesse it would have been more
interesting. They would have walked, made funny faces at the palace guards as she had
seen some tourists do. Looking out the window of the coach, every man or boy
Winnie saw was Jesse. The way he walked, his hair, even the occurrence when she heard
a laugh so hauntingly like his.
"Winnie, dear, time to get out," she heard her mother say.
She let her father help her down and realized she was back at the hotel.
"The day went by very quickly. Time must fly when you are bored to tears," she
thought to herself.
They entered the hotel and proceeded to the dining room and headed to their
table, which was strangely inhabited by a young man. Not to be horribly rude, but the
man was horribly ugly. He was looked to be about three inches shorter than Winnie and
two times wider. He had a pimply face and most strange of all was his hair. It was dirty
blonde and curled into the tightest ringlets she had ever seen. The man stood as they
approached.
"Mr. and Mrs. Foster," he said in an oily voice, "Hello! And you must be
Winifred," he said taking her hand and kissing it.
"Yes I am," she said rubbing her hand on the side of her dress.
"A pleasure to meet you."
"Peter," her father said, firmly shaking hands with this man, "Glad to be
graduated?"
"Oh yes sir. Ready to return to the states also."
"Good, Good," he father said, seating Winnie and her mother at the table.
"What will you have?" the waiter asked.
"I will have the steak with potatoes, my wife salmon with salad, and my daughter
will also have the steak but with a lobster bisque."
"Excellent choice, and you sir?" the waiter said turning to Peter.
"I will have the steak with potatoes, salad, soup and bread. Oh and also might I
have some wine?"
"Of course sir," the waiter said leaving.
They sat in silence for a few moments when her father spoke up.
"So Winifred, this is Mr. Peter Jackson. His father is a very important business partner of mine. He just graduated form Oxford."
"Oh really," Winnie said nonchalantly, sipping on her water.
"Yes and once we finish our tour and return home and Peter also gets home you
two will be married."
"What?" Winnie asked loudly.
The whole restaurant looked toward their table.
"Yes dear, I know it is a bit." her mother said comfortingly.
"NO! I will not marry this oily swine!" Winnie exclaimed, running from the
dining room.
Winnie burst into her room and fell on to the bed. Any chance of seeing Jesse
again was gone. She would be Mrs. God-forsaken Peter Jackson. She wished she had
never met him. At least tomorrow she would go to Paris and see what her love loved
most in the city.
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Winnie awoke to her mother's gentle shaking.
"Winnie, wake up."
"I'm awake Mother."
"Well jump on up so Lisle can wash your hair and then I can help you dress."
"Yes m'am," Winnie said getting out of the bed and stretching.
The rest of the night had been uneventful. No dreams or at least none that she
could remember. She exited the bedroom into the bathroom and undressed and sat in the
tub while Lisle washed her hair.
"You are very quiet this morning, Miss Foster. Might it be something about last
night's dream perhaps?" Lisle asked.
"Yes Lisle," Winnie answered simply.
"I heard you, in your yelling, yell the name of Jesse. Is he the man in main cause
of your nightmares?"
"Ummmm.." Winnie said reluctantly.
"Tell me child. I may seem old but I too know of matters of the heart."
"Yes he is," Winnie admitted matter-of-factly.
"Oh dear.I have taken care of you for many years. Since you were six and I
fifteen. I have seen you cooped into the house every time you branched out. You finally
have found the one thing that will help you explore the world. Tell me all about him,"
Lisle said with child-like excitement.
"Well," Winnie started, "He has brown hair that falls over his eyes in such a
manner and his eyes, a lake of the purest blue. I only knew him for what people might
think a few piddling days, but we were destined to meet. But.."
'But what darling?"
"He..he.he is a common man, poor. My parents would surely never, ever
approve."
"Oh. May I be so bold as to make a suggestion?"
"Yes please."
"Well, if you love this man as you so undoubtedly shown me in this time, then I
suggest you do whatever you can to be with him."
"Thank you Lisle."
Mrs. Foster entered and they then stepped back into their roles of mistress and
servant.
*LATER*
"Good morning, Winnie darling," her father said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning father."
"We can proceed on with breakfast then," he said to a near by attendant.
The maids brought out toast, marmalade, and eggs. The Fosters ate in silence and
afterward all went to separate rooms to get their coats. Once safely in her room, Winnie
took a small box from inside her undergarment drawer. Inside the box lay a small
perfume vial of water. Satisfied that it was intact, she replaced it and exited the room,
leaving the bottle safe if the occasion ever arrived.
The Fosters saw London from the privacy and leisure of their coach. They saw
the Big Ben, Royal Palace, statues, parks, and any other conceivable land mark that
would bore a child to tears. If she had seen this with Jesse it would have been more
interesting. They would have walked, made funny faces at the palace guards as she had
seen some tourists do. Looking out the window of the coach, every man or boy
Winnie saw was Jesse. The way he walked, his hair, even the occurrence when she heard
a laugh so hauntingly like his.
"Winnie, dear, time to get out," she heard her mother say.
She let her father help her down and realized she was back at the hotel.
"The day went by very quickly. Time must fly when you are bored to tears," she
thought to herself.
They entered the hotel and proceeded to the dining room and headed to their
table, which was strangely inhabited by a young man. Not to be horribly rude, but the
man was horribly ugly. He was looked to be about three inches shorter than Winnie and
two times wider. He had a pimply face and most strange of all was his hair. It was dirty
blonde and curled into the tightest ringlets she had ever seen. The man stood as they
approached.
"Mr. and Mrs. Foster," he said in an oily voice, "Hello! And you must be
Winifred," he said taking her hand and kissing it.
"Yes I am," she said rubbing her hand on the side of her dress.
"A pleasure to meet you."
"Peter," her father said, firmly shaking hands with this man, "Glad to be
graduated?"
"Oh yes sir. Ready to return to the states also."
"Good, Good," he father said, seating Winnie and her mother at the table.
"What will you have?" the waiter asked.
"I will have the steak with potatoes, my wife salmon with salad, and my daughter
will also have the steak but with a lobster bisque."
"Excellent choice, and you sir?" the waiter said turning to Peter.
"I will have the steak with potatoes, salad, soup and bread. Oh and also might I
have some wine?"
"Of course sir," the waiter said leaving.
They sat in silence for a few moments when her father spoke up.
"So Winifred, this is Mr. Peter Jackson. His father is a very important business partner of mine. He just graduated form Oxford."
"Oh really," Winnie said nonchalantly, sipping on her water.
"Yes and once we finish our tour and return home and Peter also gets home you
two will be married."
"What?" Winnie asked loudly.
The whole restaurant looked toward their table.
"Yes dear, I know it is a bit." her mother said comfortingly.
"NO! I will not marry this oily swine!" Winnie exclaimed, running from the
dining room.
Winnie burst into her room and fell on to the bed. Any chance of seeing Jesse
again was gone. She would be Mrs. God-forsaken Peter Jackson. She wished she had
never met him. At least tomorrow she would go to Paris and see what her love loved
most in the city.
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