"Mrs Carter." There was a soft knock at my door the following
morning. I could hear Amanda's soft voice from the other side.
"Come in Amanda." I told her. The door opened and the young girl came in. She was dressed in black, all ready for the funeral. I too was dressed. I had dressed in my black trouser suit. He had always loved me in it. He said it made me look so sophisticated.
"Mr and Mrs Carter are wondering if you are joinging them for breakfast?" Amanda asked me in such a small voice I had to strain to hear her.
"I'll be down in a minute, thanks for coming up Amanda." The girl smiled before turning and leaving. I turned back to Ellie, who had fallen back to sleep. I had dressed her in white. I could never dress her in a dark colour. She's too young. White suits her. It's one of the outfit's he bought for her before she was born. He loved the colour white.
I walked down the stairs leaving Ellie asleep in the room. She looked to peaceful to wake. Too many upset people downstairs anyway. The house was filled with a buzz. People rushing from here to there without really having anything to do. Walking into the dining room a silence filled the room. Jack and Eleanor stopped what they were talking about and looked at me. Now no matter what they thought of me when I married their son, they were here and with me. Jack stood first walking up beside me. "Abby, how are you?" He asked me, his voice was strong and meaningful. He enveloped me in his arms. Now I see where John got his good hugs from.
"I'm doing........." I couldn't finish the sentence but he seemed to know what I meant. "So sorry about yesterday."
"Don't apologize Abby," Eleanor said, "You have had a lot to deal with over these last few days. You needed time. We understand that." Eleanor also enveloped me in a hug. Hers not quite a motherly hug, more a sympathetic one. I know she has lost both her son'd now but she still shows no emotion. She is sucha cold person. "Where's the baby?"
"Asleep, she didn't have a good night, much the same as myself. She'll probably be up in a little bit." I said as I sat down at the table. John and I hardly ever ate in this room, only when his parents came over or we had a dinner party. There was an awkward silence while we ate and I was glad when Ellie started to cry, it gave me a much needed excuse to leave the table.
"Come in Amanda." I told her. The door opened and the young girl came in. She was dressed in black, all ready for the funeral. I too was dressed. I had dressed in my black trouser suit. He had always loved me in it. He said it made me look so sophisticated.
"Mr and Mrs Carter are wondering if you are joinging them for breakfast?" Amanda asked me in such a small voice I had to strain to hear her.
"I'll be down in a minute, thanks for coming up Amanda." The girl smiled before turning and leaving. I turned back to Ellie, who had fallen back to sleep. I had dressed her in white. I could never dress her in a dark colour. She's too young. White suits her. It's one of the outfit's he bought for her before she was born. He loved the colour white.
I walked down the stairs leaving Ellie asleep in the room. She looked to peaceful to wake. Too many upset people downstairs anyway. The house was filled with a buzz. People rushing from here to there without really having anything to do. Walking into the dining room a silence filled the room. Jack and Eleanor stopped what they were talking about and looked at me. Now no matter what they thought of me when I married their son, they were here and with me. Jack stood first walking up beside me. "Abby, how are you?" He asked me, his voice was strong and meaningful. He enveloped me in his arms. Now I see where John got his good hugs from.
"I'm doing........." I couldn't finish the sentence but he seemed to know what I meant. "So sorry about yesterday."
"Don't apologize Abby," Eleanor said, "You have had a lot to deal with over these last few days. You needed time. We understand that." Eleanor also enveloped me in a hug. Hers not quite a motherly hug, more a sympathetic one. I know she has lost both her son'd now but she still shows no emotion. She is sucha cold person. "Where's the baby?"
"Asleep, she didn't have a good night, much the same as myself. She'll probably be up in a little bit." I said as I sat down at the table. John and I hardly ever ate in this room, only when his parents came over or we had a dinner party. There was an awkward silence while we ate and I was glad when Ellie started to cry, it gave me a much needed excuse to leave the table.