*~Okay again I want to thank those of you who reviewed, and I hope you like
this new chapter. This story hasn't gotten a ton of attention but for some
reason I really enjoy writing it so I'll finish it. ^_^. Review please
though, I honestly get sooo disheartened if I don't get reviews. *sad
eyes**~ Oh yes and ~~~ means "flashback."*~
Age 19, Tennessee [this is a continuation from the last chapter]
Stirring slightly in her sleep, Evelyn stretched out her legs and rolled half over onto her stomach. Feeling the warm wood beneath her skin, she sleepily raised her head and blinked. The sun was high in the sky and birds were chirping in their oh-so merely way. Frowning she sat up and after a moment realized what had happened. She had been lying on the bench last night after dinner, reading, and then fell asleep. Not wanting to wake her, her grandparents had left her to sleep out there. It was nearly eerie how accurate she was.
Picking up her book, which had dropped to the floor, she stood up and walked inside the house, looking around for her grandparents. She wondered if they would playfully tease her about falling asleep outside. Probably, she figured and smiled. She loved being in Tennessee, the city girl that she was had fallen in love with the slow moving, slow and steady wins the race type air of Tennessee.
Walking into the kitchen she expected to see both grandparents sitting there, her grandfather with the paper open in front of him, a coffee mug in his right hand his left holding up the paper and her grandmother stirring her tea and talking softly about this or that. But no, there was nothing in there but an untouched plate with some bacon and toast and a note in her grandmother's neat scrawl saying that they had gone to run some errands and would be back in the late afternoon.
Sighing she studied the plate of food and after a few minutes decided she wasn't really hungry and placed it back in the refrigerator to stay fresh. Walking up the stairs to her room she then slipped out her dark blue wrinkled sundress and grabbed her shampoo and light summer bathrobe and then headed into the shower.
Lightly padding down the hall, she then combed out her long wet locks, toweled off her body, and changed into a light summer skirt a dusky rose color and a white short sleeved blouse, and then after applying a layer of red lipstick and a light layer of face powder parted her still damp hair to the side and then let it fall into it's natural waves.
Scribbling a note to her grandparents that she had gone out for the afternoon, in case they beat her home, which she doubted, and then slipped into her sandals and began to again walk out through the fields. As she walked out to the pond again, she felt a like shiver go through her body as she say down on that damn alluring wooden bench and let her finger tips brush over those initials again, R.M.
Curling her legs up under her she leaned back and tried to imagine who he was, what he looked like. She tried to imagine him every possible way. Short and stocky? No. Blond with a baby face off innocence? She doubted it. Tall and dark, handsome? Smiling at that thought she silently hoped so and then frowned and wondered to herself why she cared so much after all, she reasoned to herself as she almost shamefully got up from the bench, it's only a damned set of initials.
Only half pondering what time it was, she continued to walk and let her mind wonder. She knew that Walker had come here the summer that she was ten, but she had been with her parents in Chicago that summer and hadn't come. She tried to imagine what he had done here, if he had somehow knew Rafe or if he had too helped grandfather on the farm. With a pang in her heart, she wished that he had been able to come here with her, to tell jokes and old stories about the summer he had spent here making grandfather laugh and grandmother beam. But no, he wasn't here, he could never be here...
Shaking her head, Evelyn was angered at herself for thinking those thoughts, and also at the tears that were beginning to prickle into the corners of her eyes. Shutting her eyes, she silently willed them away, and knelt down on the ground and bowed her head in an almost shame, although there was no one there to see her cry. Biting down hard on her pouty bottom lip, she took a few deep breaths and tried to control the unsteady beating of her heart.
~~~
Sitting on the edge of her bed, a ten year old Evelyn had hurriedly torn open a white envelope and readily grabbed at the two pieces of paper inside. On the paper, the lines were filled with her elder brother's untidy hand writing, filled with little arrows and cross outs of half thoughts and miswritten words. Grinning, Evelyn had sucked in every word and grinned and laughed a little to herself at the stories Walker had written to her about, the things the horses had done, what Grandfather had said at the new restaurant in town, the bizarrely colored sweater Grandmother had given him although it was mid-July. Evelyn loved every bit of it, every single bit.
After reading the whole thing twice, she walked over to a wooden crate that she kept in the corner of her tidy closet, slipped the lid off of it and then placed the letter, now neatly put back into it's envelope of course, on the top of a small but growing pile of letters.
The ten year old Evelyn then proceeded back down stairs to where her parents were too reading a letter they had gotten from Walker, and slid into her seat at the dinner table, waiting patiently for her parents to settle down at the table so they could all begin to eat.
Answering their mono-tone questions with fake enthusiasm Evelyn secretly wished that she was away too, spending the summer with different relatives, meeting new friends and traveling to new places, instead of going from place to place with her parents, not getting attached to anyone not going out much except with her mother or father. At the age of ten, although she didn't know it yet, Evelyn already was thirsting for something more, something greater.
~~~
Standing back up, Evelyn proudly opened her dry eyes and then after a few moments of thought began to walk across the fields to her grandparents house, her mind still thinking blurred thoughts of Walker, Chicago, her grandmother's sweaters, and also, Rafe..Rafe McCawley, whoever he was.
*~ I know it's a bit longer then my other chapters, and a little weird, but I hope you all enjoyed it and please, please, please review. Thanks a ton*~
Age 19, Tennessee [this is a continuation from the last chapter]
Stirring slightly in her sleep, Evelyn stretched out her legs and rolled half over onto her stomach. Feeling the warm wood beneath her skin, she sleepily raised her head and blinked. The sun was high in the sky and birds were chirping in their oh-so merely way. Frowning she sat up and after a moment realized what had happened. She had been lying on the bench last night after dinner, reading, and then fell asleep. Not wanting to wake her, her grandparents had left her to sleep out there. It was nearly eerie how accurate she was.
Picking up her book, which had dropped to the floor, she stood up and walked inside the house, looking around for her grandparents. She wondered if they would playfully tease her about falling asleep outside. Probably, she figured and smiled. She loved being in Tennessee, the city girl that she was had fallen in love with the slow moving, slow and steady wins the race type air of Tennessee.
Walking into the kitchen she expected to see both grandparents sitting there, her grandfather with the paper open in front of him, a coffee mug in his right hand his left holding up the paper and her grandmother stirring her tea and talking softly about this or that. But no, there was nothing in there but an untouched plate with some bacon and toast and a note in her grandmother's neat scrawl saying that they had gone to run some errands and would be back in the late afternoon.
Sighing she studied the plate of food and after a few minutes decided she wasn't really hungry and placed it back in the refrigerator to stay fresh. Walking up the stairs to her room she then slipped out her dark blue wrinkled sundress and grabbed her shampoo and light summer bathrobe and then headed into the shower.
Lightly padding down the hall, she then combed out her long wet locks, toweled off her body, and changed into a light summer skirt a dusky rose color and a white short sleeved blouse, and then after applying a layer of red lipstick and a light layer of face powder parted her still damp hair to the side and then let it fall into it's natural waves.
Scribbling a note to her grandparents that she had gone out for the afternoon, in case they beat her home, which she doubted, and then slipped into her sandals and began to again walk out through the fields. As she walked out to the pond again, she felt a like shiver go through her body as she say down on that damn alluring wooden bench and let her finger tips brush over those initials again, R.M.
Curling her legs up under her she leaned back and tried to imagine who he was, what he looked like. She tried to imagine him every possible way. Short and stocky? No. Blond with a baby face off innocence? She doubted it. Tall and dark, handsome? Smiling at that thought she silently hoped so and then frowned and wondered to herself why she cared so much after all, she reasoned to herself as she almost shamefully got up from the bench, it's only a damned set of initials.
Only half pondering what time it was, she continued to walk and let her mind wonder. She knew that Walker had come here the summer that she was ten, but she had been with her parents in Chicago that summer and hadn't come. She tried to imagine what he had done here, if he had somehow knew Rafe or if he had too helped grandfather on the farm. With a pang in her heart, she wished that he had been able to come here with her, to tell jokes and old stories about the summer he had spent here making grandfather laugh and grandmother beam. But no, he wasn't here, he could never be here...
Shaking her head, Evelyn was angered at herself for thinking those thoughts, and also at the tears that were beginning to prickle into the corners of her eyes. Shutting her eyes, she silently willed them away, and knelt down on the ground and bowed her head in an almost shame, although there was no one there to see her cry. Biting down hard on her pouty bottom lip, she took a few deep breaths and tried to control the unsteady beating of her heart.
~~~
Sitting on the edge of her bed, a ten year old Evelyn had hurriedly torn open a white envelope and readily grabbed at the two pieces of paper inside. On the paper, the lines were filled with her elder brother's untidy hand writing, filled with little arrows and cross outs of half thoughts and miswritten words. Grinning, Evelyn had sucked in every word and grinned and laughed a little to herself at the stories Walker had written to her about, the things the horses had done, what Grandfather had said at the new restaurant in town, the bizarrely colored sweater Grandmother had given him although it was mid-July. Evelyn loved every bit of it, every single bit.
After reading the whole thing twice, she walked over to a wooden crate that she kept in the corner of her tidy closet, slipped the lid off of it and then placed the letter, now neatly put back into it's envelope of course, on the top of a small but growing pile of letters.
The ten year old Evelyn then proceeded back down stairs to where her parents were too reading a letter they had gotten from Walker, and slid into her seat at the dinner table, waiting patiently for her parents to settle down at the table so they could all begin to eat.
Answering their mono-tone questions with fake enthusiasm Evelyn secretly wished that she was away too, spending the summer with different relatives, meeting new friends and traveling to new places, instead of going from place to place with her parents, not getting attached to anyone not going out much except with her mother or father. At the age of ten, although she didn't know it yet, Evelyn already was thirsting for something more, something greater.
~~~
Standing back up, Evelyn proudly opened her dry eyes and then after a few moments of thought began to walk across the fields to her grandparents house, her mind still thinking blurred thoughts of Walker, Chicago, her grandmother's sweaters, and also, Rafe..Rafe McCawley, whoever he was.
*~ I know it's a bit longer then my other chapters, and a little weird, but I hope you all enjoyed it and please, please, please review. Thanks a ton*~