November 1, 1911 LAST NIGHT WAS ABSOLOUTLEY POSITIVELY THE BEST NIGHT OF MY ENTIRE LIFE!
I saw Tommy! And we danced in the middle of the town square, until midnight.
Here's how my day went.
I woke in the morning, bathed, and dressed to have breakfast with Miss Molly.
She kept on looking at me funny all breakfast.
Maybe because I was humming all of breakfast.
Or Maybe because I missed my mouth with my spoon several times.
Or maybe because I kept giggling at the slightest thing.
Or was it the fact that she had to call me several times to get my attention?
Anyway I spent the day curlnig my hair and organizing everything.
Then Miss Molly came knocking on my door, asking if she could come in.
"Yes Miss Molly." I said.
I quickly hid my costume, which was hanging up one of of the four posters of my bed, under my bed.
I unlocked, then opened the door.
Miss Molly came in, wearing a fine gown, pearls, a purse, and was carrying a mask on a stick.
"Hi Petrola. I wanted to know if you'll be okay here be yourself tonight."
I shook my head excitedly. "Oh yes, I will be fine. Go enjoy yourself."
Miss Molly didn't leave though.
She just sat on my bed and looked at me.
"Honey, I was out and about the other night. I heard about this amazing tailor in this small town nearby, the one told me about. I wanted a new suit for my son as you know. So I went to this small town to meet up with this tailor. I had made an appointment with them. I went in and I heard a lady talking with the tailor.
I wasn't sure where Miss Molly was going with this, but I had a wrenching gut feeling it might be bad.
"Oh really? What were they talking about?"
"The woman was talking about her son. A man named Thomas. About how he had fun with this girl he met at the bar and how much he wanted to see her again. A girl from the United States. A girl from Oaklahoma. She met this girl, and gave her place to stay. You wouldn't happen to know about this mystery girl, would ya?"
"Wow! There's another girl from Oaklahoma, here in Ireland!? Amazing, we should find her and look her up.""
"Petrola, where on my face do you see stupid written across it?"
"Um, no where I suppose."
Miss Molly nodded. "Mhmm, now when did you meet this Tommy boy?"
I sighed. There was no way I could lie to Miss Molly, not after all she's done for me.
"The first day we came I rode my horse to Manschief. I saw a bar, went in, had a couple of drinks, and danced. I met Tommy."
"Tommy?"
"Yes Tommy, he perfers to be called that."
"Petrola, are you sure he doesn't just like you, because of your family?"
I blushed a tad bit.
"Actually, the funny thing is Miss Molly, He doesn't know about me and my family. He thinks I'm as poor as he is."
"How did you manage that?"
Now Miss Molly just seemed amused.
"I changed into one of my more... comfortable dresses."
"Oh Petrola. You've made a mess of things."
I bowed my head in shame.
"Well I suppose the only thing you can do is go to that Halloween fesival tonight, to clear it up with him."
I looked up in shock, to only see Miss Molly's micheivous face.
"I was a girl once to you know."
She got up and headed for the door. "Oh and I suppose that costume your hiding under your bed will suffice."
I giggled.
"Thank you Miss Molly."
"Just behave yourself. Alright?"
"Yes M'am."
After Miss Molly left, I spent the rest of the evening getting myself ready.
I put my hair down in curls, and wor a green celtice dress, will golden flowers trailing up from the bottom, white sleeves, and a black corset tied tight in the middle. I also had a long black cape, and a golden mask with a long pointed nose.
The sun was setting and I went out quickly to my horse, and rode as fast as I could.
The moon was already up somewhat when I entered the town. The townsquare was filled with people who surrounded a huge bonfire right in the middle of everything.
I tied my horse in the back of the forest, put my mask on, pulled up my hood, and went on my way.
The local band were playing high tempo'd music that sounded as if it were from ancient times.
Many of the townspeople were wearing hairy coats and animal masks, dancing in circles around the bonfire.
I smiled at their relvelry and joined in the dancing.
Soon the musice turned to where all of us had to have a partner to dance. I was first paired with a rather pudgy man who kept stepping on my toes. Then I was spun off to a short young boy who was nearly yanked off his feet when we spun.
Then I was spun to a very old man who could barely spin as it is.
Then I was spun to a young man who spun too fast.
I was tired and dizzy, so I went to one of the tables to sit down and drink.
"Do ya mind if I join ya?" A familiar voice said.
I looked up to see another furry coat and mask in front of me. But this one had a bowler cap.
"Yeah."
He sat down.
Well more shlumped down sadly.
"Why are you in a negitive mood?"
"This girl I wanted to see didn't show.
"And you're sad because of that? She's just a girl."
"She's not like any girl I've ever met."
"In a good way?"
"Ya."
I was slightly wondering if he heard my accent or not. Though I was guessing probably not, because everyone was so loud.
So I decided to have some fun with it. :)
"So is this girl pretty?"
Tommy seemed taken aback by my question.
"Yeah, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
I smiled.
"Is that right?"
"Yeah."
"How adorable! Are you courting her?"
"No. I've been thinking about it though, I ought to get to know her more however."
"But if you did get to know her more, and you liked her, you would court her?"
"Yeah." He quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Did you kiss her?"
"What? No! I might not be the richest folk and my manners may be shite, but I have respect for people."
"But you would kiss her right?"
He just turned a beat red in the firelight.
"We aren't married though..."
"Ya don't strike me as that type of man, and you're still avoidin' the question."
He didn't say anything.
"So that's a no."
"Hey now, I didn' say that!"
"But you're implying it."
"I'm not!"
"So you would kiss her!" I smirked.
Tommy threw his hands in the air and groaned as he laid his head on the table.
"I don't know why ya insist on giving me an interrogation like a copper!"
"Well why don't you just answer the question? It's not a hard one."
"Because that's prviate."
"You kind of threw privacy out the window when you started to answer my questions, pal!"
"What's it to ya? Why don't ya just leave me alone!" His voice sounded angry and he stood up sharply, glaring down at me.
Well two can play at that game. I stood up quickly as well and put my hands over my hips, and glared at him through my mask.
"Why are you getting worked up? It's just a simple question. Either yes, or no."
"Why do ya want to know so much!"
"Just answer the question Tommy!"
"YES I WOULD KISS HER!"
"Finally! Now we're gettin' somewhere!"
He just glared at me.
"Would you kiss her romantically or in a brash sorta way?"
"I'm going." He walked toward the forest.
"Wait!" I followed him in fear that I might've actually hurt his feelings.
He was a fast walker. By the time I actually stumbled over branches, lifted up roots, and walked into a tree or two, I couldn't see him. I looked around to the left, right, behind me, he was no where.
It was as bad as rotten meat.
And I would know because I've had eaten it before. I was probably a mile into the forest.
Then I felt something grabbing me by my waist behind me. It pulled me in closer, so close in fact,the top of my head was at the bottom of the chin.
I felt the hand of it slightly remove my hair from the front of my shoulder to put it behind my shoulder. Then I felt the head go down slowly, their nose inhaling my scent.
They got the top of my sleeve, and pushed it down off my shoulder.
I slowly close my eyes as I felt a kiss being placed on my shoulder, very lightly.
They gently pulled me backward, having us bump into a tree.
I opened my eyes to look upward toward the stars. They all shined bright with the moon as their protecter, here to witness the magical senses eminating from me.
The branches of this tree twisted in a sideways notion, to make a canopy over me.
I felt the kisses being shifted from my shoulder to my other shoulder, whoes sleeve was pushed down as well.
Then as the kisses began, they stopped.
This person let go my waist stepped in front of me.
It was Tommy. His mask was off and he had a very gentle look about him.
His hand stretched out, and felt my heart beating. It was as his touch was speakin' to my soul and singin' to my heart.
He backed me up against the tree as softly as he could, and got very close to me.
Our chests touched, which made me blush.
He moved his hand from my heart to my waist and pulled himself to my shouler.
He resumed kissing it.
I continued to take in these foreign feelings, as he rose his kisses from my shoulder to the arch of my neck.
His other hand reached over my head, and pulled off my mask. He dropped it to the floor.
His head raised so he could see my purplish eyes. I met the most beautiful sea green eyes.
He then crashed his lips onto my own. I could only close my eyes to relish in this world of fantasy.
"I couldn't be real." I thought to myself.
Only his strong grip of his hand on my back and waist told me it was most certainly real.
His lips were chapped only a tiny bit and they molded against mine.
I didn't know if I did this right, but I kissed him back with as much ferocity. I put my hands under his arms, kissing him.
He backed away from me gasping for his breath.
"I knew it was ya Petrola."
I merely nodded trying to catch my own breath.
"Why did ya question me so?"
"I was curious." "What?" He laughed.
"Well ya did get me. Tis true that ya did, but soon enough I did find out who ya were, I did. "
"How?"
"Ya said my name, and I never told ya it."
Oh.
"Damn."
He got a mischeivous glint in his eye.
"So ya needed to pay for what ya did to me."
I blushed a beat red, but thankfully he couldn't see it that well.
"So you kissed me?"
Tommy laughed really loud.
"Yeah and I'm going to do it again."
"Wha-" I was cut off by his lips.
Only one word could decribe that moment.
Intoxication.
I was intoxicated by him.
His lips.
His scent.
His entire being.
Tommy Ryan was my intoxication.
No beer, cigar, or other ungodly subastance could've compared to the addiction that Tommy Ryan was rapidly becoming for me.
And at that moment that I figured it out, I realized, I was out of luck.
It became clear to me as soon as Tommy released me and put his forehead to mine and said "I do want to court ya Petrola. That is if ya would have me."
My eyes widened.
"You don't even know me that well, you said it yourself."
He smiled, showing his teeth.
"This will be my chance to know more about the amazing person I already know you are."
If he were a hot skillet, and I was butter, you can bet your ass I would be melting right then and there.
I couldn't help but grin.
"Alright."
I draped my arms over his shoulders and said, "You're mine Tommy Ryan."
He answered back saying, "Ya are mine, Petrola Barton."
We spent the entire night in the woods talking with one another, about life, work, and family.
I avoided the topic of poverty and wealth.
Besides the kisses and our 'argument' there isn't much to tell but useless dialouge.
I've been writing by lamplight for the past hour an half by now. The sun is setting and it is soon to go out.
I stayed here today, tired from yesteray's escapade from reality.
Miss Molly herself brought me some chicken soup, bread, and a glass of water fearing I was sick.
No I wasn't sick, just tired.
And writing ,(as beautiful as those memories are), at the moment might not help.
I'll try to get some sleep.
With all my love, Petrola Barton.
I saw Tommy! And we danced in the middle of the town square, until midnight.
Here's how my day went.
I woke in the morning, bathed, and dressed to have breakfast with Miss Molly.
She kept on looking at me funny all breakfast.
Maybe because I was humming all of breakfast.
Or Maybe because I missed my mouth with my spoon several times.
Or maybe because I kept giggling at the slightest thing.
Or was it the fact that she had to call me several times to get my attention?
Anyway I spent the day curlnig my hair and organizing everything.
Then Miss Molly came knocking on my door, asking if she could come in.
"Yes Miss Molly." I said.
I quickly hid my costume, which was hanging up one of of the four posters of my bed, under my bed.
I unlocked, then opened the door.
Miss Molly came in, wearing a fine gown, pearls, a purse, and was carrying a mask on a stick.
"Hi Petrola. I wanted to know if you'll be okay here be yourself tonight."
I shook my head excitedly. "Oh yes, I will be fine. Go enjoy yourself."
Miss Molly didn't leave though.
She just sat on my bed and looked at me.
"Honey, I was out and about the other night. I heard about this amazing tailor in this small town nearby, the one told me about. I wanted a new suit for my son as you know. So I went to this small town to meet up with this tailor. I had made an appointment with them. I went in and I heard a lady talking with the tailor.
I wasn't sure where Miss Molly was going with this, but I had a wrenching gut feeling it might be bad.
"Oh really? What were they talking about?"
"The woman was talking about her son. A man named Thomas. About how he had fun with this girl he met at the bar and how much he wanted to see her again. A girl from the United States. A girl from Oaklahoma. She met this girl, and gave her place to stay. You wouldn't happen to know about this mystery girl, would ya?"
"Wow! There's another girl from Oaklahoma, here in Ireland!? Amazing, we should find her and look her up.""
"Petrola, where on my face do you see stupid written across it?"
"Um, no where I suppose."
Miss Molly nodded. "Mhmm, now when did you meet this Tommy boy?"
I sighed. There was no way I could lie to Miss Molly, not after all she's done for me.
"The first day we came I rode my horse to Manschief. I saw a bar, went in, had a couple of drinks, and danced. I met Tommy."
"Tommy?"
"Yes Tommy, he perfers to be called that."
"Petrola, are you sure he doesn't just like you, because of your family?"
I blushed a tad bit.
"Actually, the funny thing is Miss Molly, He doesn't know about me and my family. He thinks I'm as poor as he is."
"How did you manage that?"
Now Miss Molly just seemed amused.
"I changed into one of my more... comfortable dresses."
"Oh Petrola. You've made a mess of things."
I bowed my head in shame.
"Well I suppose the only thing you can do is go to that Halloween fesival tonight, to clear it up with him."
I looked up in shock, to only see Miss Molly's micheivous face.
"I was a girl once to you know."
She got up and headed for the door. "Oh and I suppose that costume your hiding under your bed will suffice."
I giggled.
"Thank you Miss Molly."
"Just behave yourself. Alright?"
"Yes M'am."
After Miss Molly left, I spent the rest of the evening getting myself ready.
I put my hair down in curls, and wor a green celtice dress, will golden flowers trailing up from the bottom, white sleeves, and a black corset tied tight in the middle. I also had a long black cape, and a golden mask with a long pointed nose.
The sun was setting and I went out quickly to my horse, and rode as fast as I could.
The moon was already up somewhat when I entered the town. The townsquare was filled with people who surrounded a huge bonfire right in the middle of everything.
I tied my horse in the back of the forest, put my mask on, pulled up my hood, and went on my way.
The local band were playing high tempo'd music that sounded as if it were from ancient times.
Many of the townspeople were wearing hairy coats and animal masks, dancing in circles around the bonfire.
I smiled at their relvelry and joined in the dancing.
Soon the musice turned to where all of us had to have a partner to dance. I was first paired with a rather pudgy man who kept stepping on my toes. Then I was spun off to a short young boy who was nearly yanked off his feet when we spun.
Then I was spun to a very old man who could barely spin as it is.
Then I was spun to a young man who spun too fast.
I was tired and dizzy, so I went to one of the tables to sit down and drink.
"Do ya mind if I join ya?" A familiar voice said.
I looked up to see another furry coat and mask in front of me. But this one had a bowler cap.
"Yeah."
He sat down.
Well more shlumped down sadly.
"Why are you in a negitive mood?"
"This girl I wanted to see didn't show.
"And you're sad because of that? She's just a girl."
"She's not like any girl I've ever met."
"In a good way?"
"Ya."
I was slightly wondering if he heard my accent or not. Though I was guessing probably not, because everyone was so loud.
So I decided to have some fun with it. :)
"So is this girl pretty?"
Tommy seemed taken aback by my question.
"Yeah, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
I smiled.
"Is that right?"
"Yeah."
"How adorable! Are you courting her?"
"No. I've been thinking about it though, I ought to get to know her more however."
"But if you did get to know her more, and you liked her, you would court her?"
"Yeah." He quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Did you kiss her?"
"What? No! I might not be the richest folk and my manners may be shite, but I have respect for people."
"But you would kiss her right?"
He just turned a beat red in the firelight.
"We aren't married though..."
"Ya don't strike me as that type of man, and you're still avoidin' the question."
He didn't say anything.
"So that's a no."
"Hey now, I didn' say that!"
"But you're implying it."
"I'm not!"
"So you would kiss her!" I smirked.
Tommy threw his hands in the air and groaned as he laid his head on the table.
"I don't know why ya insist on giving me an interrogation like a copper!"
"Well why don't you just answer the question? It's not a hard one."
"Because that's prviate."
"You kind of threw privacy out the window when you started to answer my questions, pal!"
"What's it to ya? Why don't ya just leave me alone!" His voice sounded angry and he stood up sharply, glaring down at me.
Well two can play at that game. I stood up quickly as well and put my hands over my hips, and glared at him through my mask.
"Why are you getting worked up? It's just a simple question. Either yes, or no."
"Why do ya want to know so much!"
"Just answer the question Tommy!"
"YES I WOULD KISS HER!"
"Finally! Now we're gettin' somewhere!"
He just glared at me.
"Would you kiss her romantically or in a brash sorta way?"
"I'm going." He walked toward the forest.
"Wait!" I followed him in fear that I might've actually hurt his feelings.
He was a fast walker. By the time I actually stumbled over branches, lifted up roots, and walked into a tree or two, I couldn't see him. I looked around to the left, right, behind me, he was no where.
It was as bad as rotten meat.
And I would know because I've had eaten it before. I was probably a mile into the forest.
Then I felt something grabbing me by my waist behind me. It pulled me in closer, so close in fact,the top of my head was at the bottom of the chin.
I felt the hand of it slightly remove my hair from the front of my shoulder to put it behind my shoulder. Then I felt the head go down slowly, their nose inhaling my scent.
They got the top of my sleeve, and pushed it down off my shoulder.
I slowly close my eyes as I felt a kiss being placed on my shoulder, very lightly.
They gently pulled me backward, having us bump into a tree.
I opened my eyes to look upward toward the stars. They all shined bright with the moon as their protecter, here to witness the magical senses eminating from me.
The branches of this tree twisted in a sideways notion, to make a canopy over me.
I felt the kisses being shifted from my shoulder to my other shoulder, whoes sleeve was pushed down as well.
Then as the kisses began, they stopped.
This person let go my waist stepped in front of me.
It was Tommy. His mask was off and he had a very gentle look about him.
His hand stretched out, and felt my heart beating. It was as his touch was speakin' to my soul and singin' to my heart.
He backed me up against the tree as softly as he could, and got very close to me.
Our chests touched, which made me blush.
He moved his hand from my heart to my waist and pulled himself to my shouler.
He resumed kissing it.
I continued to take in these foreign feelings, as he rose his kisses from my shoulder to the arch of my neck.
His other hand reached over my head, and pulled off my mask. He dropped it to the floor.
His head raised so he could see my purplish eyes. I met the most beautiful sea green eyes.
He then crashed his lips onto my own. I could only close my eyes to relish in this world of fantasy.
"I couldn't be real." I thought to myself.
Only his strong grip of his hand on my back and waist told me it was most certainly real.
His lips were chapped only a tiny bit and they molded against mine.
I didn't know if I did this right, but I kissed him back with as much ferocity. I put my hands under his arms, kissing him.
He backed away from me gasping for his breath.
"I knew it was ya Petrola."
I merely nodded trying to catch my own breath.
"Why did ya question me so?"
"I was curious." "What?" He laughed.
"Well ya did get me. Tis true that ya did, but soon enough I did find out who ya were, I did. "
"How?"
"Ya said my name, and I never told ya it."
Oh.
"Damn."
He got a mischeivous glint in his eye.
"So ya needed to pay for what ya did to me."
I blushed a beat red, but thankfully he couldn't see it that well.
"So you kissed me?"
Tommy laughed really loud.
"Yeah and I'm going to do it again."
"Wha-" I was cut off by his lips.
Only one word could decribe that moment.
Intoxication.
I was intoxicated by him.
His lips.
His scent.
His entire being.
Tommy Ryan was my intoxication.
No beer, cigar, or other ungodly subastance could've compared to the addiction that Tommy Ryan was rapidly becoming for me.
And at that moment that I figured it out, I realized, I was out of luck.
It became clear to me as soon as Tommy released me and put his forehead to mine and said "I do want to court ya Petrola. That is if ya would have me."
My eyes widened.
"You don't even know me that well, you said it yourself."
He smiled, showing his teeth.
"This will be my chance to know more about the amazing person I already know you are."
If he were a hot skillet, and I was butter, you can bet your ass I would be melting right then and there.
I couldn't help but grin.
"Alright."
I draped my arms over his shoulders and said, "You're mine Tommy Ryan."
He answered back saying, "Ya are mine, Petrola Barton."
We spent the entire night in the woods talking with one another, about life, work, and family.
I avoided the topic of poverty and wealth.
Besides the kisses and our 'argument' there isn't much to tell but useless dialouge.
I've been writing by lamplight for the past hour an half by now. The sun is setting and it is soon to go out.
I stayed here today, tired from yesteray's escapade from reality.
Miss Molly herself brought me some chicken soup, bread, and a glass of water fearing I was sick.
No I wasn't sick, just tired.
And writing ,(as beautiful as those memories are), at the moment might not help.
I'll try to get some sleep.
With all my love, Petrola Barton.