Notes: I have no clue about cars, so if something happens to the car which
is impossible, let my know and I'll change it. I am changing Maria's past
around a little. (I'll tell what I changed after I post that part) I also
left out the A/N from the first chapter by accident. I'd like to say a big
thanks to Kylie, and Emartin who loved my story and to Vanessa, who notices
every mistake. To my sister, who loves to read my storys, and bears with me
while I work things out to happen in my story and who always is a big help
when I need anything. A thank you to Christina, who came up with the best
and most original title for my story. I'd also like to thank Maria's Georg
for starting this topic, and Vanessa's Sound of Music Forum (click on
'forum' on www.soundofmusic.de.ms) who inspired me to write. Plus, a thank
you to all of you who are actually reading this A/N!
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: I have changed Genevieve's name to Geunevere, sorry for any mix-ups.
Chapter 2:
After breakfast, my wife, Geunevere, and I decide to volunteer to do some shopping
since today is such a beautiful day. While I get the car, she goes to the kitchen and
gets a list from the housekeeper, which listed several articles we would need to get
at the market.
I drive the car around to the front of the house and get out to open the car door for
my wife. She gets in and we head off to the market
We drive down a tree-lined lane, the one that leads to the von Trapp villa, and I
wonder again about what happened to them. I hope and pray that they have
escaped from the clutches of Herr Zeller, who knows what would have happened if--
Bam! My thoughts are interrupted by a noise coming from the side of the car. On
impulse, I quickly turn the steering wheel so the car goes off into the grass. I get out
and examine the car to see the cause of the noise. I quickly find the cause, a flat tire
on the right side of the car. I suddenly realize that I had taken out the spare time
yesterday and forgotten to replace it. What a time to not have a spare!
"I guess we won't be going to the market after all," I say to my wife.
"I'm glad that at least it wasn't worst," she replies.
"The engine could've burst into flames or something!"
I look at her and smile. My wife is just a regular Pollyanna and has a very vivid
imagination!
I look down the road to see if any cars might be headed this way. Somehow I'm not
surprise to see no one is there.
This lane is not a highly used because it is more of a scenic route and not many
people take it because the main road is much faster.
"Why don't we see if anyone live in there?" says Geunevere, pointing to the old von
Trapp villa that's not very far from where we are.
"I guess there's no harm in seeing. Uh, why don't you wait here, while I go see?" I
respond, starting to walk toward the house.
Even though the Nazi's were thrown out of Austria over a year ago, there still is
some devout Nazi's and Socialist living here. The von Trapp villa would make a very
good hideout for them, considering that it hasn't been lived in since the Anschluss,
and they would have plenty of rooms to hide in, should someone be too curious
about the villa.
Genevieve understands, and gets back into the car.
I walk up to the front gates and pause for a moment, surprised at what I see. The
gardens are very neat and trimmed, the house freshly painted, and two cars are
parked to the side of the house, so someone must live here, but who?
As I reach the door, I hear a commotion inside. I ring the doorbell and wait for
someone to answer.
"I wonder who that could be?" I hear someone ask. A moment later, the door opens
and a young lady appears. She looks startled for a moment. Somehow she looks
like...
"Uncle Max?"
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: I have changed Genevieve's name to Geunevere, sorry for any mix-ups.
Chapter 2:
After breakfast, my wife, Geunevere, and I decide to volunteer to do some shopping
since today is such a beautiful day. While I get the car, she goes to the kitchen and
gets a list from the housekeeper, which listed several articles we would need to get
at the market.
I drive the car around to the front of the house and get out to open the car door for
my wife. She gets in and we head off to the market
We drive down a tree-lined lane, the one that leads to the von Trapp villa, and I
wonder again about what happened to them. I hope and pray that they have
escaped from the clutches of Herr Zeller, who knows what would have happened if--
Bam! My thoughts are interrupted by a noise coming from the side of the car. On
impulse, I quickly turn the steering wheel so the car goes off into the grass. I get out
and examine the car to see the cause of the noise. I quickly find the cause, a flat tire
on the right side of the car. I suddenly realize that I had taken out the spare time
yesterday and forgotten to replace it. What a time to not have a spare!
"I guess we won't be going to the market after all," I say to my wife.
"I'm glad that at least it wasn't worst," she replies.
"The engine could've burst into flames or something!"
I look at her and smile. My wife is just a regular Pollyanna and has a very vivid
imagination!
I look down the road to see if any cars might be headed this way. Somehow I'm not
surprise to see no one is there.
This lane is not a highly used because it is more of a scenic route and not many
people take it because the main road is much faster.
"Why don't we see if anyone live in there?" says Geunevere, pointing to the old von
Trapp villa that's not very far from where we are.
"I guess there's no harm in seeing. Uh, why don't you wait here, while I go see?" I
respond, starting to walk toward the house.
Even though the Nazi's were thrown out of Austria over a year ago, there still is
some devout Nazi's and Socialist living here. The von Trapp villa would make a very
good hideout for them, considering that it hasn't been lived in since the Anschluss,
and they would have plenty of rooms to hide in, should someone be too curious
about the villa.
Genevieve understands, and gets back into the car.
I walk up to the front gates and pause for a moment, surprised at what I see. The
gardens are very neat and trimmed, the house freshly painted, and two cars are
parked to the side of the house, so someone must live here, but who?
As I reach the door, I hear a commotion inside. I ring the doorbell and wait for
someone to answer.
"I wonder who that could be?" I hear someone ask. A moment later, the door opens
and a young lady appears. She looks startled for a moment. Somehow she looks
like...
"Uncle Max?"
