"Let's go see Isobel now, Sybil."

Sybil looked up from the book she was reading and turned toward her father from across the library in surprise. The two had returned from the cemetery and had joined their family for a quaint breakfast, then the two went to the library to rest and talk to each other more. Her father had told her that they would go speak to Isobel about Sybil becoming a nurse within the next couple of days, but it seemed that her father had changed his mind.

"Right now, Papa?" Sybil asked.

"Yes," her father said with a nod. "Just to get information. You do not need to give her an answer today. I think talking to her would put us both at ease. Is that alright?"

"That's fine," Sybil smiled. "Well, let's go then." Sybil exited the library and saw her grandmother, Cora, walking in her direction. Sybil gave her a polite smile and nod. "Good morning."

"Hello, Sybbie, dear," Cora said with a smile. "Oh, and hello, Tom!"

"Good morning, Lady Grantham," Sybil's father greeted.

"Are you two off to somewhere?"

Sybil looked up at her father, wondering if it would be wise to tell the truth at this moment. "I'm going to take Sybil for a little drive," her father said coolly. "We may even eat together later in the village."

"Aw, that's so sweet," Cora chimed. "Enjoy yourselves, then. I shall see you two this evening at dinner."

"Thank you, Grandmother," Sybil smiled and left with her father. "Are you going to drive, Papa?"

"I don't mind it. It's what I use to do anyway," he replied with a smirk. Mr. Crewe, who was cleaning the car, looked up at the pair and waved. "Good morning, Mr. Branson and Miss Branson!"

"Good morning, Mr. Crewe," Sybil waved. "I hope you don't mind but my father and I have an appointment in the village today."

"Oh, I do not mind at all! Of course, Miss, I shall be ready to drive the two of you-"

"I can drive, Mr. Crewe," Sybil's father said. "Really, you may take this morning off. I insist."

"Goodness, I've been taking many times of the day off since you two arrived," Mr. Crewe chuckled. "It is fine by me. Just park the car here when you return, please."

"I will," Sybil's father said and went to the passenger's side door. "We should return in a couple of hours, late afternoon at the latest." He opened the door for Sybil and she slid into the car.

"Enjoy your outing!" Mr. Crewe said, going to the servant's quarters door.

"Thank you!" Sybil's father sat in the driver's seat and began to drive away from Downton Abbey. Sybil sighed and looked out the window at up at the clouds. Soon, they were out of the gates and driving through the village. As they drove along, Sybil noticed many people walking through the village reading newspapers. She leaned forward slightly to try to see what the bold black print said on the front page but could see it clearly from within the car.

"Papa, what was in the paper today?" She asked. "Have you read it?"

"Yes, I read it while you were looking through books this morning," he said. "The Germans have moved further into Poland."

"Oh," Sybil sighed. "Papa, if we were home in Massachusetts, we wouldn't be affected by the war as they are here, would we?"

"I don't believe so. It all depends on where America stands during this war. I'm sure when we return we may notice some changes."

"If we return," Sybil muttered. She saw her father glance at her through the corner of his eye.

"We will return eventually, Sybil," he stated. "You should write to your friend and ask her if anything's changed since you've left."

Mae! Sybil had completely forgotten to write to Mae upon her arrival at Downton. She would have to do so later tonight and tell her everything that has happened within this short week so far. She would tell her about her birthday party, her cousins, Edward, and perhaps about becoming a nurse.

The car came to a stop and Sybil suddenly became nervous. She held her hand to her heart and took a deep breath as her father left the car and went to her door. What had she to be nervous about? They were only going to talk, it wasn't as if she was going to be sent away. She thought herself silly and shook her head.

"Ready?" Her father asked as he opened the car door for her. Sybil nodded and got out of the car. Her father gave her a reassuring smile as well as his arm. She held onto his arm and entered the hospital with him, feeling gratitude within her heart that her father wanted to accompany. However, she couldn't imagine what thoughts must be racing through his mind as he helped his daughter make this important decision in her life.

"There's no one out here at the moment," Sybil said as she looked around the surprisingly empty entry room.

"Don't fret. Isobel should be here," her father said and looked down the hall. "Ah, there she is! Hello!" He greeted Aunt Isobel, who was hanging a frame in the hall.

"Oh! Tom Branson, hello!" She said surprised to see him. "You know, it's quite funny that you show up," she said as she walked over to him. "I was just speaking with your daughter yesterday!"

"Yes, I know," Tom smiled. "She is with me now, actually. Sybil, come say hello."

Sybil happily walked over to Isobel and hugged her. "Hello again!"

"Hello," Isobel smiled. "Darling, you're very stiff. Whatever is the matter?"

"She is quite nervous," her father said. "She is here to speak to you about the opportunity to become a nurse."

"Ah! Come into my office. No need to be nervous, Sybil," Isobel said as she led them into a small office ever so welcomingly. Sybil's father pulled a chair out for her and she sat. Her father sat next to her and turned towards Isobel, ready to begin the conversation.

"So," Isobel began she eagerly took her seat, "What questions can I answer for you two?"

Sybil leaned forward a tad bit in her seat. "Well, I am curious as to the training. If I did make the decision to really become a nurse, where would I be trained? Here?"

"Oh, no, you cannot be trained here, unfortunately," Isobel frowned. "You would have to go to a training hospital; they're many in England, especially now."

"Which is the best for her?" Sybil's father asked.

"Well, London, I would say. There's a hospital there, oh, I forget the name, but it's one of the best. There are a few there that I am aware of with the same reputation."

Sybil looked at her father. "London?"

Her father looked back at her. Could he send his only child to London when people were trying to leave it? "It's not too far," her father said hesitantly. "It's not the safest place at the moment but it might have to do."

"How long would the training last?" Sybil did not want to be kept from her family for a very long time since the country was in the midst of war and anything could happen. The last thing Sybil would want was to be separated from her family if something were to happen.

"I'm not too sure. I don't recall your mother being away for too long," Isobel answered.

"It felt like forever to me," Sybil's father said with a sad smile. "I remember the day she left..." Sybil saw her father fade into a memory that was far away but close and dear to his heart. She placed her hand on her father's arm for comfort, and the memory soon left him and he returned a smile to her. "Forgive me," he said quietly and looked at Isobel. "Once the training is completed, may she return to work here at the hospital as Sybil did?"

Isobel lightly shook her head. "Now that I can't say. She may be assigned to a different village hospital for our injured soldiers or remain at a civilian hospital in London or anywhere heavily populated, for that matter. There is a chance she can choose where she can be assigned, but war is unpredictable and so is this. I would be prepared for her to be sent anywhere needed if she does choose to complete training."

The idea of it all began to overwhelm Sybil and she suddenly imagined herself in a crowded London hospital, running about with endless tasks and jobs to do, tending to the ill, bandaging the wounded, and other things that may be even more gruesome. She began to doubt if she could even do it. Her heart was telling her to go through with it all, but her thoughts were holding her back once again. "So, there is a chance I may be sent far away? How far?" She asked.

"I don't know, dear," Isobel said. "I do hope it's only London or closer."

"No need to worry about that yet, Sybil," her father said as he took her hand. "Sybil tends to get a tad bit anxious by overthinking things."

"Oh, as we all do," Isobel sighed. "Sybil, your mother was just as anxious about this as I'm sure you are."

Sybil looked at her. "She was?"

"Yes! Quite anxious to begin as well. Well, more eager too, I should say. I told her before she becomes a nurse, she must learn other tasks such a cooking, cleaning, and the like. I assume that you know how to do all that, yes?"

"I do," Sybil answered with a nod. "However, I'm only used to cooking for my father and I and cleaning our little house back home."

"Do not worry about that, Sybil. Well, I can get in touch with a training hospital for you, if you'd like. It would be no trouble at all and I'll tell them all about you." Isobel stood from her seat, satisfied with her efforts to help Sybil. "If that is what you want."

Sybil thought for a moment and looked from Isobel to her father. "Should I?"

"It's your choice, darling."

"I...," Sybil stood and slowly reached out to shake Isobel's hand. She needed to do this. She wanted to help those in need and she wanted to prove to herself that she truly was brave. "I want this, yes. Thank you for your help."

"Excellent," Isobel smiled. "Now, remember, it is completely normal to have your doubts. Just follow your heart, dear. I have helped with two wars myself and I must say, helping others heal and have hope again in times where all seems to be lost is a wonderful feeling. It is a great good."

"Thank you, Aunt Isobel," Sybil said with a smile.

"Thank you," her father said as he shook Isobel's hand.

"You've raised a beautiful young lady, Tom."

Sybil's father proudly smiled. "Thank you. She is my life and I am so happy and proud that she is discovering what she wants to do with her future."

Sybil smiled at the compliment. "Thank you, Papa."

The two said their goodbyes to Isobel and walked out of the cottage hospital together. The weather was beginning to become a bit cooler and Sybil shivered as she walked to the car. Her father opened the door for her and looked down at the ground. "Someone seems to have dropped an announcement for something here," he said quietly.

Sybil looked down as she got into the car and saw a flyer under her father's shoe. "What is it for?" She asked.

Her father picked it up and read the large print on the paper. "It says there's a dance on the sixth of September at Jubilee Dance Hall in the evening. 'A night of fun, music, and entertainment.' That's what it says."

"A dance on the sixth of September? That's tomorrow night." Sybil said. "May I see the flyer?"

"Of course." Her father gave her the flyer and went to the driver's side of the car. "It sounds like it's going to be a lot of fun," he said as he got into the car. "You should go. Take someone with you."

"Hm, I'm not too sure. Marigold isn't too fond of parties and I can't imagine her asking a stranger to dance. I suppose I can take George, but he might dance poorly to embarrass me," Sybil said with a chuckle. "Shall I take you, Papa?"

"Me? No, take someone closer to your own age. Take George's friend. What is his name? Trent?"

"Yes, Edward Trent," Sybil quickly replied. "...Should I take him?"

"I think so. You seem to have grown closer to him these few days. You two have always gotten along quite well, I remember. Besides, he danced with you quite a lot at your birthday party and you seemed to enjoy his company. I say you take him."

"Papa, are you forcing me to go out dancing with a boy?" Sybil blushed.

"I'm not forcing you," her father laughed. "I just think it would enjoyable for you and him. Make memories with those you care about, Sybil. You're young and these are the years that truly count," he smiled. "Keep the flyer and ask him if he's interested in going. I give you permission."

Sybil looked down at the flyer and smiled at the thought of dancing the night away once again with Edward. "I'll ask him."

"Alright," her father said as he began to drive. "He's a much better dancer than that one boy who asked you to one of your school dances anyway."

Sybil laughed. "Oh, poor Andy! He kept stepping on my toes whenever we would dance. He was dancing with another girl by the end of the night, he was so embarrassed."

"Yes, you poor thing," her father chuckled.

"It was quite funny," Sybil laughed and began folding the corner of the flyer. Her smile disappeared and she sighed heavily. "I hope I'm choosing the correct path in life; the one I'm meant to take."

"I think you are, Sybil. Taking chances is the only way you'll discover more of what your future holds. If I had never become a chauffeur and gone to Downton for a job, I would never have met your mother. The decisions you make can lead you to the most beautiful things."

Sybil's smile returned. It warmed her heart whenever her father would speak so affectionately of her mother. She yearned for the bond they shared and hoped to find that same love someday.

"I hope the man I fall in love with will love me as much as you loved my mother and speak of me as you speak of my mother."

"I hope the same for you, my darling. Now, let's spend some time in the village and eventually find something to eat."

Tap...Tap...Tap

"I think the villain will vanish mysteriously with no explanation. That won't be revealed till the very end," Marigold announced proudly from her desk as she typed away at her typewriter. The typewriter's constant tap tap was music to her ears.

"Hm, that's a good idea," Sybil inputted as she mindlessly flipped through an issue of Vogue from June. She rolled over onto her stomach as her finger traced the images of the beautiful summer Paris collections.

"You know, if this story turns out quite good, Mother says I may be able to get it published! Can you imagine? Have I mentioned that already?" Marigold asked excitedly as her typing gained speed.

"I can't remember," Sybil laughed. "But that'd be wonderful, Marigold."

"I know!" Marigold sang. "Oh, did you hear that the village, Thirsk, is holding its annual County Fair?"

Sybil closed the magazine. "They are? I haven't been to their fair since I was a little girl!"

"Oh, we go every year! While you were out with Uncle Tom, Donk told us that we may be attending this Friday or Saturday. He said that just because there is a war on that doesn't mean that we shouldn't have some fun, especially now."

"He's right. I think that would be quite fun!" Sybil smiled as she remembered her younger self, running through the fairgrounds so that she can be the first one to choose a horse on the carousel. Her father would always have to gently pull her aside and remind her not to run off without him.

"I wish we could go sooner," Marigold sighed. "It's only Tuesday! We have nothing to do till then, pfft." She continued to type and create her story.

Sybil sat up on the bed. "I'm going out tomorrow night," she said quietly.

"Are you?" Marigold stopped typing and turned in her seat to face her cousin. "Where?"

Sybil smirked. Marigold was quite the nosy one, but she can't blame her since she, herself, brought the subject up anyway. "Well, there is to be a dance tomorrow night at Jubilee Dance Hall."

Marigold gasped. "A dance? How fun!"

Taking note of her cousin's genuine excitement toward this event, Sybil began to wonder if she should just take Marigold instead of asking Edward. Perhaps she and Marigold can find a couple of single men to dance with. "Yes, would you be interested in attending with me?" Sybil asked hesitantly.

"Bah, I could never," Marigold giggled. "I don't think my mother would allow me to go. You forget that I'm only sixteen, Sybil. Besides, sometimes dancing can be so stuffy."

"That's alright! We can still go and enjoy ourselves. We can dance with some boys and then leave."

"Sybil, I'm not going. I've never danced with a boy other than George anyway… And I have much to write," Marigold said and turned back to her typewriter.

Defeated, Sybil pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them. "Are you certain?"

"Certain," Marigold answered. Then, Marigold suddenly turned in her chair again, but this time with a smirk on her face. "Say, you should take Edward Trent!"

"That's what my father said."

"Oh! So that's why you wanted me to go instead? You are quite funny, Sybbie. If I had a boy be so obviously interested in me, I would go with him! You've danced with him before too! No need to be worried, goodness."

"I'm not worried!" Sybil said as she got up from the bed. "It can just be a bit intimidating, I suppose." She eyed her cousin. "Are you interested in anyone, Marigold?" She had never discussed this matter with Marigold before, but she knew Marigold went to the village often with her mother when they stayed at Downton and of course she went out when she was home in Northumberland. Surely someone would have caught her eye, or, since Marigold had a prettiness and youthfulness to her, perhaps she caught someone's eye. Sybil knew the answer to her question when she saw her cousin's cheeks lightly pinken.

"That's not important," Marigold said.

"What's his name? Is he from the village? How old is he? Is he handsome?" Sybil began to pester her with questions just as Marigold did to her.

"Sybil! His name is Lewis and he lives on a neighboring farm here in Downton," Marigold blurted out and then blushed even more. "He's seventeen and he's quite handsome. Now, no more questions!"

"Hmph! A farm boy," Sybil smirked. Marigold then stood from her chair and went to her record player. "Anyway, for you and Edward, It'll be so fun and romantic! And you'll be alone with him!"

"Marigold! That's inappropriate and you're trying to change the subject," Sybil scolded jokingly. The room then became filled with familiar music and Marigold began to sway.

"Silence, now, Sybbie, I'm being you now." Marigold then began to sing along to the record. "If I didn't care…. More than words can say…"

"Oh, come now, Marigold!" Sybil laughed and shook her head.

"You shall take Edward Trent's hands and stare into his eyes!" Marigold giggled and took hold of Sybil's hands. "And then you shall dance!" Marigold began to dance with her cousin to the music, but much too quickly for the tempo. The youthfulness radiating from Marigold made Sybil feel like a little girl once more. She and Marigold would always play "pretend dancing" while a record played. Sometimes they would perform little dances, which consisted of spinning in circles, for the entire family.

"Sing, Sybbie!" Marigold encouraged and continued to sing along with the song. "If I didn't care, would I feel this way?"

"If this isn't love, then why do I thrill?" Sybil sang with a smile.

"And what makes my head go round and round - spin!" Marigold commanded with a burst of laughter. When Sybil spun around with her cousin, she took a glance at the door and saw that it was wide open and George was leaning against the doorway watching with a grin on his face, but what truly embarrassed her was knowing that the tall figure peeking behind George was Edward.

"Hey!" Sybil exclaimed and stopped dancing. Marigold, confused as to what interrupted their fun, quickly went to the record player to stop the music.

"I was never invited to the little dance parties you and Marigold would have and I still never get invited!" He chuckled.

"Oh, George, you know you always forced your way in, anyway!" Marigold smiled and took the record off.

"True," George said proudly. He turned to his friend, who was holding in laughter. "Isn't it rude they didn't invite us, Edward?"

"Quite," Edward smiled and quickly glanced at Sybil, whose face was as red as a tomato.

"How long were you standing there?" She asked, hoping that they didn't hear any talk of Edward or the dance tomorrow night. The door had been closed and Sybil realized the music must have been too loud for them to hear the talk outside the room or the door even be opened.

"Oh, just for a few moments. We heard music playing and as we opened the door, you two began to sing. It was a bad performance, girls, I'm sorry," George teased.

"Hm, I think they sounded fine," Edward said as a matter-of-factly. Sybil looked away toward the window so that her smile could not be seen.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you!" Marigold held her hands together and then looked at George. "Now, please leave. Sybil and I were discussing girly matters and it is not nice for you to come barging in," she said politely and started shoving George lightly out of her room.

"Girly matters?" George asked.

"Yes, yes, goodbye! See you at dinner!" Marigold said with her head held high and closed the door in George's face. She giggled and held her ear to the door.

"Pfft! Girly matters," Marigold heard George say outside the door. "What on earth is that? Is it them complaining about not being able to get their hair to look like the actors in Hollywood?"

"No, that sounds like a you matter, George, rather than a girly one," Edward replied. Marigold chuckled and when their voices faded away, she looked back at Sybil.

"Ah, they are gone!"

"Well, that was embarrassing," Sybil said, slouching onto the bed. "Not that George was there, I don't care about that, but the fact that Edward was watching too made it embarrassing!"

"Nonsense! I'm sure he thought you adorable!" Marigold replied, not bothered by it all now. "When will you ask him to the dance?"

"After dinner, I think. Goodness, there's so much drama for a simple invitation. It's like being in school again."

"Quite fun, I'll say!"

The two continued their talking and teasing throughout the afternoon until it was time to get ready for dinner. Sybil read the flyer for the dance over and over again as she got ready for the evening. She also created different scenarios and conversations in her head for when she was time to invite Edward to attend it with her. Should he say no, which she hoped he wouldn't, she would simply smile and tell him that it was perfectly fine. When she was finished getting ready, she folded up the flyer and left it on her desk. She opened her bedroom door and slowly walked out, closing her door behind her. Once she was at the staircase, she peered over the stair rail, wondering if Edward was downstairs already or if he were still upstairs. Seeing that the downstairs below her was empty, she slowly began her descent through the staircase. When she heard muffled voices from the dining room as she approached, she realized that she was late. She quickly walked into the room with a look of embarrassment. Her father stood as she entered the room and gestured to the empty seat next to him, across from Edward.

"Forgive me for my lateness," she said.

"It's alright, Sybbie," Donk said. "We have yet to be served."

"Thank you," Sybil said and went to her seat. She smiled at her father and sat down. She then looked across the table at Edward, greeting him with a smile. He smiled at her and looked down at his empty plate while Sybil looked away as well and saw Marigold grinning at her from her seat.

"Well, America has decided to be neutral during the war. Lord help us," Donk began as dinner was being served. Aunt Mary sighed audibly and looked at her father.

"Robert," Cora warned. "Not again, please."

"But we have allies, don't we, Donk?" George asked.

"Of course! It's just that we need all the help we can get for this war to be over quickly."

"Are we really going to the Thirsk County Fair, Donk?" Marigold asked so that the subject would change. Her mother gave her a grateful look.

"Oh, why, yes, we are," Donk said with a nod. "I think it will all do us some good."

"Ah, the Thirsk Fair. I remember that," Sybil's father said. "My hands burned from that rope war I participated in. It was all good fun, though!"

"Indeed," Mary said as she took a sip of her drink.

"Yes, we may all go," Donk said. "Even you, Mr. Trent."

Edward looked up from his food. "Oh, thank you. I don't think I've ever been to the Thirsk County Fair."

"Well, leave it to George, Sybbie, and Marigold to show you just how enjoyable it can be."

"I look forward to it. Thank you," Edward said graciously.

Sybil smiled as she ate her dinner. The County Fair would be another occasion where she could spend time with her cousins and Edward outside of Downton Abbey. If Edward agreed to join her tomorrow night at the dance, and if they have an enjoyable evening, they will certainly enjoy one another's company at the fair.

"Well, gentlemen, care to join me for some brandy?" Donk asked later in the evening when dinner was finished.

"Certainly," Uncle Henry said and stood. George stood, as well.

"That'd be nice," Sybil's father said as he stood. The ladies at the table left their seats, as well.

"Well, I'm going to go write," Marigold announced. "Momma, would you mind reading what I've typed up so far?"

"I'd love to, darling!" Aunt Edith said and followed her daughter. Before Sybil knew it, Edward was already following her father, grandfather, and uncles, out of the room. She quickly went to the entryway of the dining room.

"Edward?"

Edward and her father stopped and turned back to her.

"Yes, Miss Sybil?" Edward asked.

"I wanted to ask you about something," she said confidently. Sybil saw her father smile and walk away to join the other men. Aunt Mary passed Sybil by with a raised eyebrow before she left for the staircase.

"Anything, Sybil," Edward nodded.

"I…Well..." Sybil blushed. Her confidence began to vanish as she felt nervous knots in her stomach. It was only a simple question! She straightened her posture and looked Edward in the eyes. "There is a dance tomorrow night at Jubilee Dance Hall and I was wondering, would you like to attend it with me? I truly enjoy your company and please forgive me for being shy at this moment," she said.

Edward smiled and took Sybil's hands, which he felt were shaking faintly. "That really sounds like a lot of fun," he said. "I will be honored to go with you, Sybil."

Relief. Sybil gave him a wide smile. "Thank you! Yes, I'm sure it shall be quite fun… Thank you. I look forward to it."

"As do I. I can't wait to dance with you again."

Sybil laughed lightly and looked up at him. Edward bowed slightly and kissed her hand. "That explains the dancing that George and I saw earlier," he smirked.

"Yes," Sybil blushed. "Marigold was teasing me about it."

"Ah," Edward said. "Well, thank you for inviting me."

"Oh, yes, of course. You should go join my family for drinks now." Sybil smiled and nodded in the direction that the men were in.

"Right. I shall," Edward said, about to walk away. "Have a good evening, Sybil."

"You too." With one last smile, Sybil went up the staircase and to her room. She felt relief and she could not stop smiling. With her hands pressed to her face, she collapsed onto her bed and sighed. That wasn't difficult at all! She kicked off her shoes and sat up, remembering that she had meant to write a letter to Mae. She couldn't wait to tell her about this. She went to her vanity and took a pen and paper from the drawers and began to write her letter that she would have sent out tomorrow morning.

September 5, 1939

Dearest Mae,

How are you? I miss you very much! I hope you haven't forgotten about me yet. How is everything back home? I'm sure you have lots to tell me. I too have lots to tell you.

My family held an amazing birthday celebration for me upon my arrival! It was so fun! You would have loved it. There was music, dancing, food, and wonderful company. My cousin, George, invited his friend to stay at Downton while I'm here. His name is Edward Trent. I knew him as a child but I haven't seen him in quite some time. We danced the night away at the party. It was truly magical.

The news of war came abruptly the morning after my birthday celebration. There is still a lot of tension within the household, but as the days go on, it has lessened. I can tell everyone is worried. The future is very uncertain and I only hope that all will be well. Speaking of the future, I may leave for to train as a nurse soon. I want to help in any way that I can. I have yet to find out which hospital I shall possibly be sent to so I have some time to truly think this all over… But I think I'm going to do it. I'm not sure when I shall return to Massachusetts with my father, so it may be some time before we return, especially if I am to leave for training.

I do not want you to worry about me, though. I'll write you if anything happens. I am really having a nice time here. I'm going out dancing with Edward Trent tomorrow too! I can't wait to tell you all about that. Anyway, watch a Clark Gable movie for me, will you? I miss seeing his face on the big screen. Hopefully, I'll be home when his new movie 'Gone With the Wind' comes out!

Well, that's all for now, I suppose. Hope to see you soon! I hope your September is wonderful!

Your Friend,

Sybbie Branson

Sybil left the paper out so that she could re-read it and then put the extra paper away. For a moment she pondered on whether the letter would even get delivered overseas or not. Perhaps it would be tampered with, she thought. However and whenever it reached Mae, it was still a letter that she was sure she would be grateful for receiving.

She changed into a nightgown and crept into her bed. She smiled as she turned over on her side and imagined what tomorrow evening was to be like. Her father was right, she was young and these were the years that counted. This was the time to make even more memories with those she cared about.