Chapter 5
Hayden stood at the sink, running water for the dishes. "Here, let me do that." Andy said as he came into the room with some of the things from the table.
"I will do them, thank you." Hayden said, smiling as he placed the plates on the sink.
"You cooked, I should clean."
"No, you worked all day, and I had help cooking."
Andy smiled, he could see that he wasn't going to win this arguement. "Well, I see I'm not going to win, so atleast let me do something, after all, you had both of my children all day."
" 'Tis true, m'laird, you'll not be winning." Hayden said, letting her accent fall into and old gaelic tone, rich and full. "I'll wash, you can dry." she finished, smiling.
"This is the last of them." Ephram said as he and Delia carried the last of the dished into the kitchen.
"Good. Now, Delia you go and work on that thing we started, and you Ephram, I want to hear you working of that piece." Andy listened and watch with amazement as his children did as this woman said. It was as if she had been apart of their lives for more than just a day.
"I'll be done washing before you start drying if you just stand there daydreaming." Hayden had watched him as he stood silently lost in his thoughts, and she caught herself thinking how nice looking he was. Hayden smiled as Andy jumped at her words.
"Oh, sorry." he said as he turned to get the first of the dishes. Silence feel between them as each continued to do their own jobs.
Softly, the sounds of music began to drift into the kitchen. "I haven't heard him play that before." Andy said, as the music drew his attention.
A soft smile drifted across her face as she spoke her words. "I gave it to him. It's my favorite piece, and he saw it at the house, and said he had always wanted to learn to play it, so, I gave it to him. He does good with the first of it, but he doubts himself after a little and that causes him to mess up, which makes him mad."
"You talk like you know him so well." Andy said as he looked at her. "You have known my son one day, and I feel you know him better than I do."
"Oh, not really, he just reminds me of myself at his age. No mother, and the feeling of the whole world on your shoulders. He's a good kid, and I know how much music can do for your soul. It puts things into perspective, and, well, harmony if I should dare to say." She smiled at the pun she had made, and Andy laughed.
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AN:
sorry so short, had to stop here to work out some details. Please, keep reading.
Hayden stood at the sink, running water for the dishes. "Here, let me do that." Andy said as he came into the room with some of the things from the table.
"I will do them, thank you." Hayden said, smiling as he placed the plates on the sink.
"You cooked, I should clean."
"No, you worked all day, and I had help cooking."
Andy smiled, he could see that he wasn't going to win this arguement. "Well, I see I'm not going to win, so atleast let me do something, after all, you had both of my children all day."
" 'Tis true, m'laird, you'll not be winning." Hayden said, letting her accent fall into and old gaelic tone, rich and full. "I'll wash, you can dry." she finished, smiling.
"This is the last of them." Ephram said as he and Delia carried the last of the dished into the kitchen.
"Good. Now, Delia you go and work on that thing we started, and you Ephram, I want to hear you working of that piece." Andy listened and watch with amazement as his children did as this woman said. It was as if she had been apart of their lives for more than just a day.
"I'll be done washing before you start drying if you just stand there daydreaming." Hayden had watched him as he stood silently lost in his thoughts, and she caught herself thinking how nice looking he was. Hayden smiled as Andy jumped at her words.
"Oh, sorry." he said as he turned to get the first of the dishes. Silence feel between them as each continued to do their own jobs.
Softly, the sounds of music began to drift into the kitchen. "I haven't heard him play that before." Andy said, as the music drew his attention.
A soft smile drifted across her face as she spoke her words. "I gave it to him. It's my favorite piece, and he saw it at the house, and said he had always wanted to learn to play it, so, I gave it to him. He does good with the first of it, but he doubts himself after a little and that causes him to mess up, which makes him mad."
"You talk like you know him so well." Andy said as he looked at her. "You have known my son one day, and I feel you know him better than I do."
"Oh, not really, he just reminds me of myself at his age. No mother, and the feeling of the whole world on your shoulders. He's a good kid, and I know how much music can do for your soul. It puts things into perspective, and, well, harmony if I should dare to say." She smiled at the pun she had made, and Andy laughed.
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AN:
sorry so short, had to stop here to work out some details. Please, keep reading.