HONEYS I'M HOME!!!!!!!!
Well…
That was awkward….:\
ANYWAYS, I'm back, and I have a question.
Did I ever send you few reviewers the sneak peek of the end I promised????
I forgot if I did or not…. .
ANYWAYS! Here's the new chappie ^^
Enjoy! ^^
BPOV
The first week passed by with flying colors as I cataloged posters, passenger lists, china, souvenir logs, anything else used in the days of transatlantic liners really. The kick? I'd only skimmed the surface of the vast collection. I took a cursory inventory of the rest of the things my dad had gathered over time. Hundreds of prints and paintings of steamboats and schooners. My father had models of famous ships, including the Mayflower, one of Columbus's ships, and an American gunboat used in the War of 1812. There were replicas of the Civil War ironclads, the Monitor and the Merrimack. Charlie had also books and hardware from a ship captured by American privateers in 1778. A birch bark canoe, whaling harpoons, and a vast array of nautical instruments arrested to the wide range of my dad's instruments.
In spite of Angela's scoldings, I worked long hours, though Edward admonished me to pace my work, he would often join me in the warehouse in the evenings. We worked companionably, admiring the unusual items and recording them on the computer. When we closed to warehouse for the day, we walked to the house side by side, usually stopping by the rose garden where Renee was buried.
"Thanks for caring for my mom's grave," I said randomly one evening. "It concerned me to leave my mom's final resting place in the hands of complete strangers."
Edward acknowledged my appreciation with a short not, and dared to sit next to me.
EPOV
It had been more than a week since Bella came into my life, and I had yet to find any dent on her friendly behavior towards me. If there was any resentment in this angel, it hadn't surfaced.
"And I also appreciate you kindness to Charlie. His downfall wasn't his fault, but it would have shamed him to declare bankruptcy and have his creditors lose what he owed them. I'm sure you paid much more than this estate is worth, or what anyone else would have even thought to offer. Thank you for that, too."
I squirmed in my seat, uncomfortable. "Not many people would thank me for taking their home away from them."
"You didn't take it away. We lost it. I'm happy that you've kept Redwood in such nice condition."
"If I hadn't like the property, I wouldn't have bought it."
"Then you've been happy here?" She glanced towards me, and had a full view of my scarred side of my face, for I was staring straight ahead.
"I haven't been happy for a long time, but Redwood has served as a sanctuary at the end of the day."
Without asking my permission, which, quite frankly, was unneeded, Bella picked up a red rose from the rambler from the trellis behind us. She laid it gently on her mother's headstone. I picked a bud and set it next to her rose.
Walking towards the house, I said, "You've worked practically night and day since you've been here. Tomorrow is Sunday. Take the day off and have some R&R." I hesitated. "We could go for a drive…If you like?"
"I want to go to church, if you don't mind. Our family held a membership in a large church in Norfolk, but I wouldn't go there even if I had a way to travel. We were affluent when we worshiped with that congregation, and I'm not quite ready to meet my friends yet. I don't think any of them would shun me, but I don't want to experience their pity."
I could understand that well enough. "I'd be glad to take you to any church you want to attend."
"There's a small church a few miles away, and if I cut across the estate, it's only a half-hour walk. I'll feel more comfortable there, and I'd enjoy walking over my former property—if you don't mind."
"What kind of monster do you take me for?" I demanded, already getting angry. "Go where you please. I haven't placed any restrictions on you."
"That's true and I apologize. I've tried not to overstep my position. I know very well why I'm here."
Why did she turn down my offer to go for a drive? Does she not want to be seen with me? Fearing that might be true, I didn't insist on taking her to church. I could already feel my heart breaking.
I think that would be a good stopping point, but since I didn't update for awhile, I'll write more. It'll just be in another chapter…:P
~Fatal(used to be FangismyEdward)