New Beginnings
"--- my father has been looking for someone to help out with my little sister's care. Before you reply I must tell you that it would mean moving to our house in California, for that is were our family lives for most of the year." "So what do you say?" Jason finished breathlessly having rushed through it to keep her from interrupting.
"I don't know much about taking care of children" Rose answered hesitantly, "But I suppose I could give it a try--- I will accept your offer, thank you for your kindness".
"Good, then it's settled, we'll leave in the morning. My niece will see to it that you have everything you require. Please excuse me, I have some business to take care of before we leave."
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Somewhere in New York ---
It was cold, so dreadfully cold. That was all the young man sitting on the park bench could remember about the past few days, all his thoughts seemed to blur together until they became indistinguishable from one another. All he wanted was to forget, but his mind would not let him. Instead it kept wandering back, back to that dreadful night. He knew he had to find a place to stay, something to eat. His thoughts were interrupted by a squirrel, which jumped up on the bench staring at him inquisitively. The sight of the tiny little squirrel seemed to awaken something in him, he did not quite know what yet.
As if drawn by some strange force he took out a sketchpad - which he had bought with a dollar he had, he did not know why he had spent it on something as foolish as that. Yet just like now he felt drawn to it - and he began to draw. He started just drawing the squirrel but once he started it was as though he found some solace in absorbing himself in drawing and he continued drawing the people around him, the scenery, anything and everything.
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The next morning the Cavanaugh residence was filled with commotion as they prepared for their trip back home to California. It was filled with the shouting of the servants and the rustling of clothes being folded and packed.
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Rose glanced out the window of the car as they approached the driveway of the house in California, the scene that greeted her eyes amazed her.
The evening light had settled on Cedar Oaks - the Cavanaugh estate on Beach Road - so named for the well-placed, majestic oak trees that shaded the plush lawn, the house seemed to contain some sort of magic with the setting sun glinting in the windows. It seemed to Rose as though it was welcoming her.
The big double doors swung open and a little girl, about 5 years old, came racing down the steps. "Papa, Papa, you're back!" she shouted her little face lighting up with a broad smile.
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"--- my father has been looking for someone to help out with my little sister's care. Before you reply I must tell you that it would mean moving to our house in California, for that is were our family lives for most of the year." "So what do you say?" Jason finished breathlessly having rushed through it to keep her from interrupting.
"I don't know much about taking care of children" Rose answered hesitantly, "But I suppose I could give it a try--- I will accept your offer, thank you for your kindness".
"Good, then it's settled, we'll leave in the morning. My niece will see to it that you have everything you require. Please excuse me, I have some business to take care of before we leave."
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Somewhere in New York ---
It was cold, so dreadfully cold. That was all the young man sitting on the park bench could remember about the past few days, all his thoughts seemed to blur together until they became indistinguishable from one another. All he wanted was to forget, but his mind would not let him. Instead it kept wandering back, back to that dreadful night. He knew he had to find a place to stay, something to eat. His thoughts were interrupted by a squirrel, which jumped up on the bench staring at him inquisitively. The sight of the tiny little squirrel seemed to awaken something in him, he did not quite know what yet.
As if drawn by some strange force he took out a sketchpad - which he had bought with a dollar he had, he did not know why he had spent it on something as foolish as that. Yet just like now he felt drawn to it - and he began to draw. He started just drawing the squirrel but once he started it was as though he found some solace in absorbing himself in drawing and he continued drawing the people around him, the scenery, anything and everything.
~*~*~*~*~
The next morning the Cavanaugh residence was filled with commotion as they prepared for their trip back home to California. It was filled with the shouting of the servants and the rustling of clothes being folded and packed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rose glanced out the window of the car as they approached the driveway of the house in California, the scene that greeted her eyes amazed her.
The evening light had settled on Cedar Oaks - the Cavanaugh estate on Beach Road - so named for the well-placed, majestic oak trees that shaded the plush lawn, the house seemed to contain some sort of magic with the setting sun glinting in the windows. It seemed to Rose as though it was welcoming her.
The big double doors swung open and a little girl, about 5 years old, came racing down the steps. "Papa, Papa, you're back!" she shouted her little face lighting up with a broad smile.
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