Chapter Forty Eight
Captain is in the attic again when I find him. He is writing something on paper, then shaking his head and crossing things out, he seems unhappy.
Captain, what's wrong?
"My words aren't what I want them to be, and they must be perfect," he mutters under his breath.
What are you doing?
"I want to show Carolyn how much she means to me."
You're going to be solid? Hooray!
"No, Scruffy, nothing quite so obvious. I am going to court her."
Court her? How?
"I am writing a poem for her. I will read it to her when I am satisfied that it expresses what I want to say to her."
What's it about?
"I will read it to you later, once I have completed it."
Very well. I'm here because I wanted to tell you something.
"And what would that be?" His blue eyes were curious.
I think she was dreaming of you!
"Scruffy? What on earth are you talking about?"
Carolyn, you dufus! When she was sick. I think she was dreaming of you.
"Why would you say that?" He said in a gruff voice, but I knew I had his interest.
How else do you explain waltzing with her? I raised an eyebrow.
"I cannot, because I did not."
I bet you did in her dreams. I danced around happily. She's dreaming of you, Captain. Aren't you happy?
I saw the smile creep across his face even though he tried to deny it.
"Why would I be happy about that?"
Yeah, keep telling yourself that. I just thought you'd like to know. I turned to leave, but stopped when I heard his voice.
"Thank you, Scruffy."
You're welcome, Captain. As I left I could hear him muttering under his breath, he was working on that blasted poem again.