@ Scientist, yes it is a bit weird, it`s another kind of story, as I write normally. @Kimberly, thanks I hope you like this chapter, too.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning. No clouds were seen in the sky.

Marilla and Anne had packed the picnic basket full with food.

Walter was very excited. Impatiently he fidgeted in the chair.

Punctually at 11.00 AM Gilbert arrived at Green Gables. Anne wore a green summer dress and Gil remembered it from the old Redmond times. Anne smiled cheerfully, in the last few days she'd revived. Some of the old Anne came slowly back.

Gilbert thought: "How beautiful she is."

Diana, Fred, little Fred, and Anne-Cordelia wait at the lake. The men and the boys go fishing; Anne and Diana sat down on the blanket, while Nan and Anne-Cordelia playing at the shore. It was a fun day. They laughed and chattered together. Sometimes, Anne watched stealthily, how Gilbert played with the kids. How had she thought that she loved Roy? Now, she knew that she had loved Gilbert from the very first. But, what could she do, now? Her eyes burnt and filled with tears.

"Diana, can you look after the children, for a moment? I want to walk down the lane."

"Sure! Is everything all right, Anne?" Diana asked worriedly.

"Of course, I will back, soon."

She stood up and walked along the familiar path.

It was so peaceful and quiet here. Anne sat down on a tree-trunk, tears rolling streaming down her cheeks. She didn't know how she could manage her life, again.

Suddenly, Gilbert came along the way. He had bee, worried about Anne and started to search her. It hurt him, to see Anne crying.

"Are you all right, Anne?"

Anne finally noticed his presence.

"Gil," Hurriedly she tried to wipe the tears away. "I'm fine."

Gilbert sat down beside her.

"Don't you think it is time to tell the truth? What is the matter, Anne?"

Anne felt she had to tell him something.

"Have you ever made a very big mistake in your life? I made a big mistake, six years ago. And now, I don't know what I should do. I know, because of the kids, I should go back to Kingsport. How can I keep them apart from their father? But.but, Gil, I can't do it."

Tears filled her eyes, again.

Comforting, Gilbert laid his arm round her shoulder.

"Roy and I had anything but a good marriage. I was so terrible naïve when I married him. At the time, I really thought that my feelings for Roy were love. But, the enthusiasm of a young naïve girl, with all her own ideas about love, hasn't much in common with the reality.

Perhaps, I would have learned this many years later if Roy had remained the same man, I married. But, rather quickly, I got to know the real Roy Gardner. And I definitely didn't know him before."

"Why? How is Roy really?"

Anne laughed hoarsely. "Everybody thinks Roy is a successful, charming, businessman. They see that he comes from a respected, rich, old family in Kingsport. And they think he cares about his family. I guess Roy should have been an actor. He is good in his role. None of it's true, Gil. Roy loves only one person in the world and that person is himself. Although, I don't know what he loves so much about himself. I know, it sounds hideous, but I don't love anything about Roy. I know I shouldn't say it, he is my husband. There is nothing but contempt. He doesn't care for our children. He is the worst father you can imagine. And he isn't even a successful businessman. No one in his business is successful. The reason for his prosperity is his family's wealth. He's always visiting some party and drinking, too much. I hate that the most, his drinking. I can't bear it. He is unbearable, if he's drunk. Eventually, any feelings I had for him were gone. I began to realize it the day Walter was born. It was a difficult birth.

For 12 hours, I was in labor.

That day, the Sanders were having a party and Roy wanted to go, even though, the labor had begun. He said that the party was very important for his business relations. Besides, the doctor had told him the birth could take some hours. His mother would inform him, when it was time.

I was completely speechless and Roy just went to the party.

Of course, Roy was informed when it was time, but he didn't come. He finally came three hours after Walter was born.

When he did come it was evident that he was drunk. I didn't want him to hold Walter, because I was afraid he would drop him. He looked at his son for second and then at me and said, 'name him,' and left.

I couldn't sleep at all that night. I was so tired, but I couldn't stop crying into my pillow. That day something broke in my heart, and I Knew it wouldn't be the same again. This has gone on and on. For Nan's birth he went on a trip the day before. He didn't see hi sdaughter until a week after she was born."

"Anne, I don't know what to say." Gilbert was shocked; he didn't know that Anne's life was so unhappy.

He wished he could hit Roy for this.

"Don't say anything, Gil. It was my choice. I don't want to load my problems on you." She smiled weakly at him.

"You know, I am always here for you."

Tears filled her eyes and she hugged him.

"Thank you, Gil." She whispered as he held her in his arms.

Both tried to fight their feelings.

"We.we should go back. The others will miss us soon." Anne stammered and stood up quickly.

In silence they walked to the picnic place. Both used the walk to try to control their heartbeats.