"Well," Tansy nudged me forward from the front door, "go talk to him."
I had curled my honey ringlets with my pinky, pinched my cheeks, and washed and brushed the hairs on my feet.
Samwise Gamgee was walking up the dirt path to our house with all my four brothers.
As they came closer, my hands could not seem to relax.
I pretended to be tending the rose bush. Checking each white rose, a red one, a yellow, pretending while I hummed a tune I heard once.
"Rosie," Tom; my oldest brother, was the first to spot me, "look who is staying for dinner."
How could I not notice Sam.
Sam's eyes seemed to widen at the sight of me. I was not sure what that meant.
"Hey Rosie, deary me," Jolly jumped the white fence to look me over, "you brushed your hair for once."
I groaned at his ill made compliment.
What would Sam think of me now?
I muttered a welcome to Sam.
When he left that night, I pulled Jolly's ear until it was a bright bright red, "I said I was sorry Rosie!"
"You ruined it," that was not the last time my brother's embarrassed me in front of Sam.