"Do you think we'll find Fraulein Marie this time, father?" Gretl, who was twelve, now asked her Father about finding her governess. Her Father sighed and rubber his chin. He never knew how to answer this question. Also, besides the fact that he wanted to find her as much if not more then his seven children did.
"I don't know, Gretl. Maybe this will be it," he patted her knee and started to get up.
"Do you think she even wants us to find her?" asked Gretl with a worried face and concerned voice.
"Everyone wants to be found darling," he grinned at her as he began to walk towards the hotel room door.
"Where are you going father?"
"Just for a walk." He grabbed his jacket lying on the chair close to the door along with his hat, which he placed immediately on his head.
"Can I come?" The girl asked walking towards her father.
"Not this time darling, why don't you see what you sisters are doing."
"Well, Brigitta's reading her history books, and you know her and her books. Louisa's in the lobby some where and Leisl is I think…" The girl stopped to think, "On second thought, I don't know where Leisl is."
"Well… you can go look for her. What about Marta?" he started to walk out the door again.
"But father…" The girl started. She hated being alone, everyone was always leaving her out. Only because she was the youngest she thought, she knew more then they all thought though. She knew her father loved Fraulein Maria, how could he not, she figured, he has spent seven years in search of her.
"I'm sure you and Marta can find something to do. You always managed to do so at home," he gave his daughter a smirk and quickly went out the door. The Gretl felt dejected, but she went I search of Marta to find something to do. They were in New York City, there had to be something to do.
The streets were no where near disserted as Georg von Trapp had wanted them to be. They were busy with people pushing past him and shoving him out of the way. In Austria, there weren't enough people in his town for it to be as busy as this place. He walked until he got to central park, where he found a bench and sat down to rest. He had so much to think about and so many memories of her came rushing through from his heart to his head.
This was it, he could feel it. He was going to fin her this time. She couldn't hide forever or go missing forever; he'd find her no matter what the cause! His mind strayed to the last night he saw her. She was beautiful. Her blue eyes glowed as she looked at him and his too when he looked at her. He didn't mean to scare her off. There was no way of knowing how she was going take the news of his love for her. He figured that she would have stayed and would have been with him forever, but running away and missing for seven years is hardly forever.
It was nearly twelve A.M. when he confessed his love for her. She was upstairs in her room making a new dress for Leisl and then sewing a patch over a hole for Friedrich in his trousers. Her eyes had grown tired of staring at the needle and string and she needed to stretch her legs. She got up and stretched her arms in the air and went walking towards the front door.
As she made her way quietly down the stairs she saw a light on in the Captain's study. She found it odd for him to be awake so late, but then again, she was too. She had decided it to be a good idea to go check up on him; she didn't want to admit it to her self that she was doing it because she really wanted to see him again. Her heart beat faster for him and she wasn't ready to confess this to her self yet, she was a postulant and was there on God's errand. It wouldn't be right for her to seek for his love, so she thought.
She rapped on the door with her knuckles; he remembered being startled by her as he called for her to come in.
"Yes, Fraulein?" He had said looking up from his desk.
"I was just seeing if everything was alright, I was walking a little bit for a stretch and saw your light on," she had said.
"Just working on some reports," he grinned at her. He now remembered her beauty, the way she was still dressed in her blue dress and her face still glowing.
"Okay, I'll be out of your way," she had started to turn away when he stopped her.
"Wait, how abut a walk through the garden, I could use a stretch as well." He took his coat off the rack and they both walked outside to the garden.
They didn't say much on their walk. It wasn't until they had decided to sit on the bench right outside on the gazebo did they truly start to talk. It was awkward at first, but it grew into bonding. He had fallen in love with her when she had accidentally sat on the awful pinecone that the children had set in her chair as a prank. It was time to let her in on the way he felt for her.