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whispered back, “I love you too.”
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The new winter’s day was glorious. The sunshine broke through the wooden sash windows with vigor. The blue sky was clear, and the snow rested cleanly on the limbs of the garden trees. Little blue birds danced around excitedly, jumping from branch to branch.
Amused, I left the bed to stand by the large windows to watch the happy little birds. I leaned against the window sides and smiled at their antics.
Then Ben woke. He got up and stood closely behind me looking out of the window.
“Mmmm Beautiful!” Ben said.
“They are, aren’t they?” I replied.
“Not the birds, you Cate.”
I smiled to myself. Ben put his arms around my waist and kissed my neck lightly.
“Where’s your promise ring Cate?” Ben asked.
I thought back in time. I knew exactly where it was – in the drawing room of my nightmares. But I had locked and dead bolted the door for good.
“In the drawing room,“ I replied, trying to sound calm.
“Good, let’s get it after breakfast,“ he said. Then he kissed me lightly on the neck again, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
But I remained looking out at the little bluebirds, unsure about returning to Grandy’s drawing room to retrieve the promise ring that Ben had given me.
My eyes led my thoughts to the fruit baskets that hung off the front fence. They were empty, and had been for about four weeks.
Some homeless people walked past the house, looking into each of the baskets for the fruits that I would leave out every day for anyone who was interested in taking them. But they were empty. I saw the look of disappointment on their faces. I had let them down.
I ran and got changed out of my pyjamas, and into some warm winter clothes. Then I ran into the kitchen where Ben was, grabbed a large basket and bounded out the back french doors into the backyard to The Magnificent Tree. It was loaded with fruit, and some had fallen off to the ground, covered in snow, frozen to the middle.
Quickly, I twisted off a good variety of the fruits, filling the large basket and ran to the front of the house and sorted them into their various colours in the baskets. Then I ran up the street after the two old men that had visited earlier, inviting them back to fill their bag with the fruits. Then I disappeared back into the house, filled with immense satisfaction that I was helping some people.
Walking into the kitchen to the smell of eggs and french toast, I found Ben leaning against the kitchen bench smiling at me, with his arms folded, and a very smug look on his face.
“What?” I said.
“Nothing,” he replied, and then he turned to pick up the breakfast plates to take them to the table. I grabbed the tall glasses of juice, and followed him.
We sat down at the wooden table facing each other, Ben looking into my eyes constantly, making me feel very self-conscious.
“You know, you are remarkable Cate,” Ben finally said.
“How’s that?” I asked puzzled. I would never call myself remarkable. I always did the best I could with whatever I had, except that is, for when I was in the depths of depression.
“No, please don’t explain it. I thank-you for the compliment,” I blurted out, not wanting Ben to waffle on about what he found remarkable about me. I was certain it would make me feel nauseous.
“Mmmm, you make the best french toast Ben!” I remarked, changing the subject.
He reached over and squeezed my hand lightly, looking deeply into my eyes. His touch made me tingle all over, while his cerulean eyes weakened my knees. I wondered if he would always make me feel this way, and I hoped that he would.
I took a short sharp breath, and then got up to clean up after breakfast.
Ben stood and kissed my head.
And then he decided that it was time to enter Grandy’s drawing room, my emotional minefield. He was eager to put my promise ring back onto my finger, as an extra reminder to keep our
***
The new winter’s day was glorious. The sunshine broke through the wooden sash windows with vigor. The blue sky was clear, and the snow rested cleanly on the limbs of the garden trees. Little blue birds danced around excitedly, jumping from branch to branch.
Amused, I left the bed to stand by the large windows to watch the happy little birds. I leaned against the window sides and smiled at their antics.
Then Ben woke. He got up and stood closely behind me looking out of the window.
“Mmmm Beautiful!” Ben said.
“They are, aren’t they?” I replied.
“Not the birds, you Cate.”
I smiled to myself. Ben put his arms around my waist and kissed my neck lightly.
“Where’s your promise ring Cate?” Ben asked.
I thought back in time. I knew exactly where it was – in the drawing room of my nightmares. But I had locked and dead bolted the door for good.
“In the drawing room,“ I replied, trying to sound calm.
“Good, let’s get it after breakfast,“ he said. Then he kissed me lightly on the neck again, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
But I remained looking out at the little bluebirds, unsure about returning to Grandy’s drawing room to retrieve the promise ring that Ben had given me.
My eyes led my thoughts to the fruit baskets that hung off the front fence. They were empty, and had been for about four weeks.
Some homeless people walked past the house, looking into each of the baskets for the fruits that I would leave out every day for anyone who was interested in taking them. But they were empty. I saw the look of disappointment on their faces. I had let them down.
I ran and got changed out of my pyjamas, and into some warm winter clothes. Then I ran into the kitchen where Ben was, grabbed a large basket and bounded out the back french doors into the backyard to The Magnificent Tree. It was loaded with fruit, and some had fallen off to the ground, covered in snow, frozen to the middle.
Quickly, I twisted off a good variety of the fruits, filling the large basket and ran to the front of the house and sorted them into their various colours in the baskets. Then I ran up the street after the two old men that had visited earlier, inviting them back to fill their bag with the fruits. Then I disappeared back into the house, filled with immense satisfaction that I was helping some people.
Walking into the kitchen to the smell of eggs and french toast, I found Ben leaning against the kitchen bench smiling at me, with his arms folded, and a very smug look on his face.
“What?” I said.
“Nothing,” he replied, and then he turned to pick up the breakfast plates to take them to the table. I grabbed the tall glasses of juice, and followed him.
We sat down at the wooden table facing each other, Ben looking into my eyes constantly, making me feel very self-conscious.
“You know, you are remarkable Cate,” Ben finally said.
“How’s that?” I asked puzzled. I would never call myself remarkable. I always did the best I could with whatever I had, except that is, for when I was in the depths of depression.
“No, please don’t explain it. I thank-you for the compliment,” I blurted out, not wanting Ben to waffle on about what he found remarkable about me. I was certain it would make me feel nauseous.
“Mmmm, you make the best french toast Ben!” I remarked, changing the subject.
He reached over and squeezed my hand lightly, looking deeply into my eyes. His touch made me tingle all over, while his cerulean eyes weakened my knees. I wondered if he would always make me feel this way, and I hoped that he would.
I took a short sharp breath, and then got up to clean up after breakfast.
Ben stood and kissed my head.
And then he decided that it was time to enter Grandy’s drawing room, my emotional minefield. He was eager to put my promise ring back onto my finger, as an extra reminder to keep our
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