AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello. It's me again, bugging you again. I want to warn you now that chapters may be coming in at odd times. I'm pretty busy with school, play rehearsals, work, and this stupid cold. Anyway, that was just a heads up.
First review is in, short, sweet, and to the point. : )
I continue:
EDIT: I was pointed out to a name mistake in the story which has now been edited. If I screw up like that again, you have the right to backhand me.
Chapter 2: Who has Time for Tears?
Winter 11
A diary. For someone who loves the written word as much as myself, I have never put much thought into actually starting one. This was a wonderful gift Gray has given me. You can imagine my surprise when he came into the library with a gift for me, I had no idea he knew it was my birthday. I excitedly opened my gift to reveal this book. He had said to me,
"I know how much you love to write, so I thought that his would be perfect for you. I hope you don't already have one."
He turned a little red as he spoke and kept his eyes on the floor. I could see the relief when I told him I didn't own a diary. I became so ecstatic over the gift that, before I could stop myself, I threw both arms around Gray and hugged him so tight. Gray became even redder and said his goodbyes and left in a hurry. I hope I didn't scare him. I've never shown so much emotion at once before. I hope I didn't scare him off.
-Mary-
That was the first entry in the book. There was no date inside so Leo couldn't be exactly sure when it was written, but he was sure it was before his father arrived. Leo remembered Gray. He was a quiet man. Leo never really talked to him much, but Gray was nice enough. Looking at that entry, he wondered how much of a relationship his mother had had with the man before his father arrived. It may turn out that his father was quite the home-wrecker. Leo pressed on.
Winter 16
The cold has gotten much stronger as of late. I now take the upstairs route to get into the library. It's a good thing the building is connected to our home. I would hate to have to go outside in this weather, father dose, of course. Only the most sever of weather would keep him from Mothers Hill. I've never seen the man more at peace then I have there. It's almost as if he could be absorbed by the forest and become part of the nature. I don't think he would mind that one bit. Mother worries about him when he travels out in the rain and snow and gives him a stern talking to every time, but she always apologizes later. I like seeing my parents together like that. The love between them is so strong, I can only pray that, one day, I can have that same relationship with a man.
Leo was stunned by that remark. Had he not thought almost the same thing before? Like mother, like son.
LATER:
Today was very slow, but they all are. The library is a un-popular place it seems. Cliff is the only one who stops by. He comes everyday after work. He is employed by his grandfather at the blacksmiths shop. He complains a lot about his grandfather not caring a thing about what he dose. I think different, but never interrupt him. I know his granddad loves Cliff very much. I am sure that he will come to this conclusion one day too. Until then, I'll just let him talk and I'll listen.
-Mary-
Winter 18
There was a bad blizzard last night. It continued the entire day and I couldn't get outside, not that I had any business out there, mind you. I didn't bother to open the library. If no one comes in perfect weather, no one would come in a storm like this, that is for sure. Needless to say, I have very little to talk about. I think I'll just turn in for the night.
-Mary-
Winter 21
The saddest thing has happened today. The kind old man that ran Oak Rest Farm has died. I feel so bad for the man. He was loved by everyone in the village. I guess I can at least take comfort in the idea that he is now with his wife in heaven (she had died many years ago and a young age). The man's family has been informed. I knew that he had a married son and a grandson, but I can't remember meeting them. The live in a far away city, you see. Sadly, only the grandson will be able to make it over, but it won't be until spring.
Remember the blizzard I talked about? It seemed to completely destroy the harbor. No boats can get in or out. Luckily the supply boat came a few days before. We should all be well off. Gotz will be begin rebuilding immediately. He has little help, though. Most of the men in the village are busy with their own work to help him. I don't blame them for not helping. It takes a lot to keep this town running. I would offer to help, but I doubt I would be able to do anything but get in the way.
Father asked Gotz when construction might be complete. He replied that it wouldn't be until the end of winter to early spring. I guess we'll just have to wait and see how everything goes.
-Mary-
The grandson was his father, of course. So this was going to be his beginning in the village. There were other entries by his mother, but they were all over trivial matters and Leo was excited to see how their first meeting went. Was it love at first sight? That happened in the movies a lot. Would it happen here? Maybe her first entry about father would be something like; "As that young man came into my line of sight, my heart seemed to jump out of my chest. I felt weak and hot and was filled with a joy beyond any joy a woman could feel. Before he even spoke a word I knew that it was true love and I would be his for now and forever. I love that man." That's exactly what it would say. Leo was sure of it.
For a moment, he forgot all about the gloom that surrounded him. But just for a moment. The thoughts came back and Leo stopped them by forcing his eyes back onto the book and read on. The entry about his father laid exactly on the first of spring, the season of love. Things were looking up.
TO BE CONTINUED