Page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
joyceblythe
Mistress of Slates
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 191
Kindredness: 40 (+40/-0)
|
 | 
|
|
Faithful Til the End
Part I
Faith Meredith held her breath as the buggy drove up. Finally – finally, she was going to Redmond. She had waited so long for this. With a small smile of satisfaction, she thought of that year at Queen’s. Father had been so proud when she came home, having come first in her class. She sat taller in the buggy as she looked out at the building she would occupy. It was a nice old place built in red brick. Faith imagined herself to be in the Old World, looking at a historical building. Jerry opened the door for her and helped her out of the buggy. Each one grabbed a bag, and the two trudged into the building.
The landlady, Mrs. Alec Andrews, was a bustling, jolly woman. She greeted Faith with a great smile and a hearty handshake. The young woman instantly warmed to the older one. “Well, girl, I suppose you’ll be having all the men over here with looks like that!” she exclaimed jovially. “I just have one rule, now. You must remember that I have twenty girls living here. Be considerate.” Faith broke out into a smile.
“I think I can manage, Mrs. Andrews,” she said quietly. Jerry stood behind her, holding back laughter. “Mrs. Andrews, this is my brother Gerald.”
“Hello, Gerald. Now would you be a student here as well?”
“Yes, Mrs. Andrews. I’m living two blocks over, at Mr. Sutter’s boarding house.” The woman nodded approvingly. “Well, Faith. The boys and I will be around in a few hours to collect you and show you around town.” Faith nodded and hugged her brother, wishing that she could go with him and live with the boys she’d grown up with.
She looked at herself in the mirror. The soft violet dress that Rosemary had made for her sat on the bed, waiting to be worn. She had to decide what she’d do with her hair. The golden brown curls hung around her shoulders. She sighed. Come on, Faith, she told herself. Since when do you care so much about how you look? You’re the tomboy. Remember? She knew exactly when she started to care so much: the last Christmas, when Jem had come home for the holidays. He had spent the summer in Avonlea, so she hadn’t seen him since then. She didn’t know how he liked her. Did he? They had danced one song at the Christmas Ball, but Faith hadn’t any idea how he felt. She sighed again as someone knocked on the door. She panicked. It had only been two hours! Jerry couldn’t be here so soon! “Come in,” she said, trying to control herself. She told herself to calm down, to get a grip on herself. A young girl, about her age walked in. The first thing that Faith noticed was that she was absolutely stunning. The girl had dark brown hair, and the most beautiful complexion she had ever seen. “Hello! You don’t know how relieved I am. I thought you would be my brother, and I’m nowhere near ready to go out. I’m Faith, by the way. Faith Meredith.”
“Faith Meredith? I thought you looked familiar! I saw you and Mrs. Andrews coming down the hall. I’m Abby. Well, Abigail Anne Blake.” Faith smiled in recognition.
“Yes. Yes of course. Are you living next door?”
“Yes. Oh, this will be lovely! We’ll be good friends. I just know it! I knew when I visited Ingleside with Mother five years ago. You know, I had quite the crush on Jem Blythe then. Is he still as handsome?” Faith’s heart sunk. If this girl was vying for Jem’s attention, the object of her affections would never think of her as anything but a childhood playmate.
“Well, I wouldn’t notice. We’ve practically grown up together. Walter and Jerry are coming around in a bit to take me out on the town. Would you care to join us?” She decided she wouldn’t be jealous until she had a real reason. She refused. Abby looked slightly disappointed.
“Oh, Faith, I wish I could. But I promised another girl from this house, Alice Dawson, that I would meet her for tea. Do tell the boys that I’d love to see them later.” She beamed amiably at Faith, and the latter had to smile back.
“Of course I will. Now what should I do with this hair of mine? Any suggestions?” Abby came behind her at the mirror. She took the soft hair into her hands.
“Faith, this is the loveliest hair I have ever seen! Well, let’s see. I assume you will be wearing that dress over on the bed? Something loose, then.” She twisted the hair until she reached the nape of Faith’s neck, and then tied it in place with a small purple ribbon. “Perfect. Any man who sees you won’t be able to breathe.” Faith laughed. “Well, dear, I must be off. It was lovely to meet you again. We’ll chat tonight and catch up on all the news from Glen St. Mary.” Faith smiled at her as she left the room.
An hour later, she was ready to go, and Jerry stood at the door. As they walked out into the street, Faith saw Walter and rushed to him to hug him. She loved the boy like a brother, and would miss him terribly during the year. He was going back to Avonlea to teach, and was simply visiting to help Jem move in. A tall man with ruddy hair turned around and gave her a slightly crooked grin. Faith’s breath caught in her throat. “Jem,” she whispered.
|
|
12/7/2006, 11:00 pm
|
|
joyceblythe
Mistress of Slates
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 191
Kindredness: 40 (+40/-0)
|
|
|
|
|
Part II
Jem breathed in sharply. “Hey there, Faith,” he said nonchalantly. He had taken quite a fancy to Faith Meredith at the Christmas Ball, but she had still been a girl then. In just nine months she had become a woman that could steal the heart of almost any man she met. He grinned at her and pulled her into a bear hug. Walter and Jerry watched the pair, both exceedingly amused. Jerry knew his sister better than anyone and he had noticed the fleeting look of shyness on her face. Faith Meredith was never shy. Walter had noticed the sharp intake of breath on the part of his brother, and grinned. “Well, let’s get going. We are going to show you and Walter around, and treat you to a night you’ll never forget.” Faith smiled, not trusting herself to speak. Walter and Jerry both clambered into the back of the buggy, and Jem helped the young lady into the front seat.
All throughout the ride, Jem and Faith stole glances at each other. Each one believed the other to be completely indifferent. Jerry and Walter bit their hands in an effort not to laugh. They felt like bursting out of their skins. They drove first over to the room that Jem and Jerry shared. Both men felt that Faith needed to know where they were. They had taken on the roles of protector to the young woman. She gasped when she walked into the building. They had managed to get quite a nice place for themselves. The room they rented out had a small sitting room for guests, as well as the bedroom. Walter and Jerry snuck into the corner together, claiming that they had some business to discuss.
“That is the funniest thing I have ever seen!” Jerry gasped between spurts of laughter. “I see I have my work cut out for me this term.” Walter nodded solemnly.
“We must get started right away,” he said quietly. “Otherwise those two will be as foolish as my parents once were. Tonight we must force Jem to be the gentleman to Faith. I can keep up a conversation, but you must be the one to tease and hint at them. I am no good at that.” Jerry laughed and agreed. As they plotted, Walter made a decision never to tell Jem how he felt about Faith. He knew that it was her beauty that he loved, and that she was much better off with his elder brother.
Upstairs in the sitting room, Jem and Faith sat across from each other, both trying to figure out what to say. Finally, Faith came into her own and decided that they were being silly and had to talk about something. “Jem, how was your trip to Avonlea? I trust you had fun there. I want to hear all the news. How is Diana? And how about Jack and Anne and Fred?”
“Oh they’re all pretty well. Jack, Fred and I spent most of our time having a ball and getting ourselves into trouble. Diana decided to tell me all about Mother and Father’s courtship as well. I have never heard of two people with a more ridiculous story.” Faith laughed. “And you? How was your summer in the Glen? I’ve been away so long, there must be news.” He grinned mischievously, and Faith laughed. “I’ve been hearing stories about my sister and your elder brother.”
“Nan and Jerry. Yes, well. Don’t tell Jerry that I said this, but I’m sure they’re sweethearting. They argue constantly, but every time Nan comes to the manse, Jerry runs upstairs to tuck in his shirt, or wash his face. I assure you, Di and Rilla do not get the same treatment.” Jem laughed, enjoying the tales from home. Avonlea had not been the same without Marilla and Mrs. Lynde. He had known for ten years that a summer there would be different, but he never suspected he would feel so out of place.
“And little Bruce? How is he?”
“Oh, Bruce is well. He’s a darling little kiddy. He’s just starting to walk, you know. He toddles around the house all the time. His favorite spot seems to be my room, however. That boy loves his older sister.” Jem smiled softly.
“Who wouldn’t?” he asked solemnly. Faith blushed. “And the others? How are they?” He tried desperately to gloss over that gut reaction of his. Had he really spoken those thoughts out loud? Faith smiled slightly. Maybe he did care for her.
“Everyone is well. We all missed you, however. The Summer Dance just wasn’t the same without you.” She looked at him half teasingly, half-expectantly. They had always gone to that dance together simply because he was the oldest boy in his family, just as she was the oldest girl. The dance was a family affair, so all the Blythes and Merediths went.
“Well, I’ll just have to find a way to make it up to you, won’t I,” he teased her. A smile tugged at his lips. “There is a dance next weekend to welcome all the Reds back to Kingsport. I would be honored if I could escort you.”
“I’d love to, Jem.” Just then, Walter and Jerry walked through the door. “Well, boys, it’s about time you came. What were you doing for so long?”
“Just talking,” Jerry said, going to sit by his sister. “Well, you two. Are you ready to go for some dinner? I am famished.” Faith rolled her eyes.
“You’re always famished. You never stop eating. I just don’t understand it. Carl and Walter don’t eat this much.” Jerry laughed and patted his sister’s head gently. “All right. The last thing I want to do tonight is listen to you complain, so let’s go.” Jem had already stood up and was pulling her chair out for her. She took his arm graciously, and they all left the room together. The buggy that they had hired had gone, so the quartet decided to walk. Dinner was wonderful, just as Jem and Jerry had promised. Faith couldn’t have asked for a better welcome to the city. As they left, it became colder, and Faith clutched Jem’s arm tighter for warmth. The young man took his coat from his arm and wrapped it around her, refusing to hear any protest. Finally they had reached Mrs. Andrews’ Boarding House. Faith hugged Walter goodbye, promising to write, and demanding the same promise from him. Jerry kissed his sister on the cheek, reminding her to call him if anyone gave her a rough time about anything. Then he and Walter turned around whistling as they began to walk away from Jem and Faith. “I had a lovely time tonight, Jem. Thank you,” she said quietly. He took the hand that she held out tentatively.
“It was a pleasure. Let me know if you need anything. All right? Even if it’s just a shoulder to cry on when you’re homesick.” Faith smiled at him.
“I will. I promise. I’ll see you on Tuesday, I suppose?” He nodded. “Well, good night until them.” He brought the delicate hand he held to his lips. She blushed and looked down.
“Good night, Faith.” He squeezed her hand once before letting it go, and opening the building door for her. Once she was out of sight, he ran to catch up with his brother and hers.
|
|
12/7/2006, 11:02 pm
|
|
joyceblythe
Mistress of Slates
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 191
Kindredness: 40 (+40/-0)
|
|
|
|
|
Part III
Faith walked up the stairs almost dreamily. The night had been perfect. Abby was passing by in the hall as she walked to her room. “Faith!” She turned.
“Oh, hello, Abby. How was tea?” She had lost all jealousy. Jem Blythe was taking her to the dance, and not some other girl. He had asked her, and told her that anyone would love her.
“Dreadfully boring. Alice Dawson is so… simple. Faith, all I could think is that I wanted to be with you and Jerry and Walter, traipsing about the town, and having a grand old time. Did you have fun?”
“I had a wonderful time, Abby. Come on in, and we can chat.” She opened the door.
“Oh, come into my room. I have a little stove, and I was just about to make some hot cocoa. It’ll be just like a sleep-over.” Faith smiled at her enthusiasm, and agreed, closing and locking her door.
They sat on the bed, facing each other, each one in awe of the other. “Now, Faith Meredith. Tell me all about your wonderful night with Walter Blythe and Jerry Meredith.” Faith laughed.
“Well, it wasn’t only them. Jem came as well. I wasn’t sure if he would or not.” Abby sat straight up and squealed like a schoolgirl. Faith burst into laughter.
“Oh, Faith, you must tell me all about him. Is he still as handsome? Is he a perfect gentleman like his father?” Faith grinned.
“He is by far the handsomest man I have ever laid eyes on,” she said softly. “And he just as much of a gentleman as all our fathers.” Abigail Blake was a sharp girl who missed nothing, and she immediately noticed the hint of dreaminess that came out in Faith’s eyes.
“And you are in love with him, aren’t you? Oh, Faith, you should have told me before I made a fool of myself like that!” Faith laughed.
“You dear girl. Yes, I fancy Jem Blythe. But he’s been around women here for two years. Why would he ever want a simple girl he grew up with?” She sighed. Keep telling yourself that, Faith, she thought. Then you won’t be disappointed.
“Because you are beautiful, and sweet, and sharp as a whip. And because you two have known each other so long, he can’t help but have some feelings for you. So what happened tonight?”
“Nothing special. We went to his apartment first, because he and Jerry wanted me to know where to go if I ever was in trouble. Walter and Jerry were acting strangely all evening, and left us alone quite often.” Abby clapped her hands in glee. “We spoke of Avonlea news, and Glen news, and our families. And then he asked me to the Welcome Back Dance.”
“He asked you to the dance? Oh how lovely! Faith, you will go, won’t you? Oh, you must!”
“Of course I’m going, silly. I said yes on the spot. Anyhow, after that we went to dinner, and then they walked me home.”
“And… did anything happen on the way home? How did he say goodbye to you?” Faith giggled and tossed her pillow at Abby playfully.
“Well, I was cold, so I held onto his arm tighter. Then he put his coat around me.” Abby smiled again. “And how did he say goodbye? Well, he took my hand, told me that I had to call him if I needed anything, and then kissed it. And he squeezed it before opening the door for me to come in.” Abby’s smile was filled with happiness.
“Oh, he must care for you! He kissed your hand. Now if he’d liked you as a kid sister, he’d have kissed your cheek. Nothing so romantic as your hand!” Faith laughed. “Well, you’ll see him on Tuesday, of course. He wouldn’t be any kind of friend if he didn’t make sure your first day went beautifully. So we’ll just have to make sure you look more incredible than ever before.” The two girls talked all night, and finally went to sleep very late. As Faith crept into bed, she felt a wave of homesickness wash over her. She missed little Bruce coming to her bed, snuggling in close with his big sister. She missed Father coming to kiss her goodnight, and she missed Una’s sweet nature. She missed Carl’s bugs, and Rosemary’s chumminess. A tear slipped down her cheek.
“Faith, don’t,” she murmured to herself. “You went to Queens and you were fine. You’ve survived so many things. You can’t give into homesickness. What would Jerry say? He’d make fun of you, that’s what. Now stop this foolish crying.” She wiped the tears off of her face, and made every effort to stop them, but they insisted on coming forth. Finally she turned her light on, and got dressed. She slipped out of the building and walked two blocks to Jem and Jerry’s building. She saw a little old man keeping guard inside, and waved to get his attention. The old man instantly recognized her, and remembered Mr. Blythe and Mr. Meredith’s instructions to let her in, no matter the hour. He opened the door for her quickly, and helped her up to their room. She knocked softly on the door, resolved, if nothing else, to at least stay there, outside the door, until one of them came out. She felt better just knowing they were there. The door opened, and Jem stood there in a night robe. “Jem,” she cried quietly. He nodded to the guard and drew her inside. “I’m sorry. You weren’t sleeping, were you?”
“No, don’t worry. Jerry’s asleep. I was reading. Bad habit I have. I think I picked it up from Mother. She’s always reading until late. When I was little, I remember I had a nightmare, and I went to their room. She was up reading, waiting for Father to come home from a call.” Faith looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears yet again. “Faith, come here,” he said quietly. He drew her close, and held her as she cried. “Poor thing. Shhh.” He kissed her hair and pushed it away from her face. “Did you walk here all by yourself?” She nodded. “Next time call us. It isn’t safe for you to be out alone like that.” She nodded into his chest. Walter came out yawning.
“Faith?” She nodded. “You’ll be alright. You’re a strong girl.”
“I can’t believe I’m crying like this,” she said, sniffling. Jem laughed softly. “I’m not supposed to be some crying little girl.” He rolled his eyes above her head. She had always taken such pride in her tomboy reputation. Didn’t she realize that the other, more vulnerable side was just as endearing? He had seen the woman in her blossom recently, and he liked it even more than the tomboy he’d taken a fancy to the last Christmas.
“Faith, look at me,” Jem said. She looked at him obediently. “You are human, and you miss your family. That’s absolutely normal. There is nothing sissy about it.” She nodded. “Now I want you to go into that bedroom, and get some sleep. You can either sleep with Jerry in his bed, or you can have mine. Walter and I can sleep out here. But you need to sleep. Being exhausted won’t help you at all. Alright?” She nodded again. He stood up with her, and led her into the bedroom. She immediately went to Jerry’s bed, and snuggled into his arms. The last time she’d done so had been the last night before he went to Queen’s. Just like that night, he knew it was her, and did his job as her big brother to take care of her and comfort her. Sleep finally came to her, and the next morning, she woke up to the sound of her brother’s voice, making sure she was all right.
|
|
12/7/2006, 11:03 pm
|
|
joyceblythe
Mistress of Slates
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 191
Kindredness: 40 (+40/-0)
|
|
|
|
|
Part IV
Abby burst into Faith’s room early Tuesday morning. “Faith Meredith, wake up! Oh, we have to get you ready!” At the Manse, Faith had grown accustomed to such awakenings. She turned around, pulled the blanket over her head, and tossed a cushion in the general direction of the voice.
“Sleep,” she muttered. “Mus’ slee’.” Abby burst out laughing. Faith moaned as her blanket went flying off the bed. “Abigail Anne Blake, you are one of the most irritating girls alive,” she murmured, trying to bury her head in the pillows.
“Faith, come on. You have class in three hours. Now we need to get you ready! You’re going to see Jem today!” Faith rolled her eyes as she climbed out of bed.
“Abby, if I got up three hours early every time I was to see James Matthew Blythe, I would never get any sleep.” Abby sighed. “Fine! You win. I’ll get all dressed up. But it won’t get me anywhere, I’ll tell you that much. He’s sure to be surrounded by almost every Redmond girl alive.”
Faith was right. When they stepped onto campus, they immediately spotted Jem, and sure enough, he was trapped against a wall, surrounded by girls. Jerry was in the middle of the crowd as well, pleased by the attention. Abby was highly amused. “Silly girls. Only come to college to meet husbands.” Faith walked closer, and caught Jem’s eye immediately. He tried to get over to her, but the girls all blocked his way. He shrugged and she laughed, winking at him.
“Gerald Meredith! If you don’t stop flirting with all those girls I will tell Nan Blythe, and you can bet your life she won’t be coming around the Manse anymore,” Faith said loudly. Jerry blushed, and the girls scattered for the young coed that had just commanded so much attention. Even the girls around Jem moved away, and Faith received a grateful glance from him. She smiled and went straight to her brother. “Jerry, now what were you thinking?” Jerry simply laughed and hugged his sister. “Uh huh. Well. I hope you’ve learned your lesson. I may be your younger sister, but I’ve always been able to embarrass you.” She winked at him as she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and Jem stood there. With a smile, he hugged her, lifting her into the air. She laughed mirthfully. Finally she had lost those jelly legs. “Hello to you too, Jem.”
“Ms. Meredith, I trust you’re doing well,” he said seriously. She laughed and waved Abby over. Jem turned around and smiled in recognition. “Abigail Blake! Am I right?”
“Yes. I’m surprised you remembered, Jem Blythe. It was five years ago, after all,” Abby teased. He laughed and shook her hand.
“It’s good to see you again, Abby,” Jem replied warmly.
“Likewise. Hello, Jerry.” She smiled fondly at the dark-haired young man. The pair had once had too much fun together, making poor Carl’s life miserable.
“Abby Blake, I never thought I’d see you again. Will you be going to the dance this weekend? I’d love to catch up with you then,” he said, hugging her like an old friend.
“Well, that all depends on whether or not someone asks me,” she replied coquettishly. Jerry laughed at the flirtatious tone she used.
“Abby, would you like to go to the dance with me?” She smiled and nodded. “Good. Now I have class. Jem, Abby. Faith, be good today. Please?” Faith just laughed as her brother walked off to class.
“Faith, would you like to join me for lunch today?” Jem asked sociably. He wanted more than anything for her to accept.
“Of course, Jem. Shall I meet you here at noon?” Jem smiled.
“That sounds great. Now girls, you had better get off to class, and I had better get over to my class. I’ll see you later, Abby.” Abby waved. Once Jem was gone, Faith turned to her friend seriously.
“Abby, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. Even- even if he is interested. Even if he does care, it wouldn’t be fair to tie him down to a silly little freshman. He’s one of the most popular and handsome men in his class. Besides, if anything happened, Miss Cornelia would say I just followed him to college to get a man, and I don’t want that. Abby, if Jem Blythe asks me to be his sweetheart, I will. But I won’t play games, and I won’t flirt with him to get him to ask me.” Abby put an arm around Faith. She could see that the girl had thought about this hard.
“All right, honey. Let’s get to class, alright?” Faith grinned, and the pair made their way around the school happily.
Last edited by joyceblythe, 12/9/2006, 6:27 pm
|
|
12/7/2006, 11:04 pm
|
|
joyceblythe
Mistress of Slates
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 191
Kindredness: 40 (+40/-0)
|
|
|
|
|
Part V
“Abby, are you ready? Jem and Jerry will be picking us up any minute!” Faith called into the room. Abby opened the door, and Faith drew in a breath. “My dear girl, you look absolutely stunning! Now that is definitely your color.” Abby twirled around happily. Her gown was deep blue satin with a lovely falling skirt that flared out as she turned.
“Now take off that coat and let’s see how you look,” Abby demanded. Faith removed the long coat that covered her dress. “And you said I looked stunning? Faith Meredith, you are going to be the belle of the ball tonight.” Faith blushed. It was a beautiful cream colored dress with little flowers and vines embroidered delicately into the neckline and skirt, and it was cut beautifully. It was a simple, elegant dress, and she carried it off marvelously. Abby had fixed her hair, of course. She insisted that some of Faith’s hair at least seem loose so that it wasn’t wasted. Faith heard Jem’s voice coming up the stairs, and the two girls jumped into Faith’s room and shut the door. They were determined that this dance would be just perfect. Their escorts would pick them up at their room, and be perfect gentlemen. Jem knocked on the door patiently. When it opened, he caught his breath.
“Faith, you look absolutely stunning,” he whispered. He held out a pink rose to her, and she blushed. She had once learned what they meant, and didn’t think that Jem would have given one to her. Nevertheless, she took it and placed it in a vase as carefully as she could before taking Jem’s arm. “Will the lady save me a dance or two?” Jem asked her teasingly.
“The lady would be honored to save the very first and very last dances for you. And would the gentleman request any others, she would be happy to oblige.” He laughed, and covered the hand that rested on his arm with his other hand.
“Be careful, Miss Meredith. You just may end up dancing every dance with me.” She smiled calmly.
“Then, Mr. Blythe, I would be a very lucky girl.” He looked at her and wanted to kiss her. However, he had made himself a promise. He would wait until she was out of school. She was in college, and the prettiest girl by far. She could have any man she wanted, and he would not do anything to spoil her years at Redmond.
Finally the dancing began. As she had promised, Faith had written Jem in for the first and last dances. Jerry and Abby had decided to sit the dance out, and Jerry watched his sister and his best friend twirling around the floor, appearing to belong to one another. He felt a sudden pang of loneliness as he thought of Nan. He resolved to tell her exactly how he felt the next time he saw her.
When the band called the last dance, Jem immediately scanned the room for a certain beautiful young woman. He grinned when he found her, and swept her onto the dance floor before she knew what was happening. She looked up at him gratefully. “Thank you so much, Jem. That boy was about as interesting as Bertie Shakespeare.” Jem laughed and pulled her a little closer. No matter what, the next four years would be wonderful with Faith in town.
“Glad I could help. What was he going on about? You know, he looked exactly like a fish.” Faith burst out laughing, and then turned her head quickly as she saw the topic of conversation. “I see you agree,” Jem said simply. He smiled at the blush that crept up her cheeks.
“Yes, but don’t say that! Oh Jem, I’m sure he heard you.” Jem laughed. Faith had no idea that the young man she’d been talking to was a friend of his. He was boring, but he was a good enough guy, and he would rag Jem all the time about his hair, so Jem decided he’d make a very pointed statement.
“Faith, it’s alright. I know him well. He’s in one of my classes, and I’m sure he took no offense. Now what were you two talking about?”
“He was talking about his great aunt’s friend’s horrible case of rheumatism.” Jem started laughing, and Faith smiled slightly.
“He’s told us all about her for months. Now don’t think I’m unsympathetic. The poor woman has suffered. But when you have to listen to him describing how she walks, he always gives you the distinct impression that she is some sort of duck.” Poor Faith could barely contain her laughter anymore. She pulled Jem closer, and buried her face in his shoulder, trying to stifle the wave of laughter that threatened to overcome her. Jem grinned and kissed the top of her head gently. Her entire body was shaking, and he tried to keep her steady and dancing at the same time. The effort itself was almost comical enough to make him double over in fits of laughter. As soon as the song was over, Jem signaled to Jerry and Abby that they should meet outside. They ran out of the hall, clinging to each other’s arms for support as they doubled over in fits of laughter. When Jerry and Abby arrived, they heard the story, and the foursome broke into laughter again.
By the time they had gotten back to the boarding house, they had calmed down considerably. Abby went into the building quickly, and waited for Faith, while Jerry started walking away to give the couple some privacy. Jem, however, was in too silly a mood to be charming, and he simply kissed her hand, and said in an low voice, “Good night, m’lady. Sweet dreams.” She blushed and went inside quickly.
|
|
12/9/2006, 6:27 pm
|
|
joyceblythe
Mistress of Slates
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 191
Kindredness: 40 (+40/-0)
|
|
|
|
|
Part VI
“Faith? Faith! There you are! I have been looking all over this school for you. Here.” Abby thrust a slip of paper into Faith’s hand. “It’s for you. It’s something that you have to sign for. Come on, silly! We can’t waste any time. The post office will close in an hour!” Faith hadn’t said a word. Instead, she was studying the slip of paper. She’d seen girls walking around with flowers and gifts all day, but hadn’t expected anything herself. It was a special day at Redmond. Halfway through the term, everyone would celebrate the end of midterms, and very often send flowers to their sweethearts.
“Abigail Blake, it’s probably some package from Jerry intended to humiliate me. Come on. We might as well go find out what it is.” When they reached the post office, Jem and Jerry were there, also receiving packages. “Hi Jem, Jerry. You two received packages as well?” Faith asked, handing her slip to Jerry, who handed it to the postmaster.
“Indeed we did, Faith. Ah. Thanks,” Jerry said to the postmaster as he took three boxes from the man’s hands. “This one’s for you, Faith, and this here is for Jem. What do you think about going to the park across the street to open them?” Faith smiled in agreement. The quartet walked over to a little bench and sat down. “Faith, ladies first.” Faith resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at her brother. Very carefully, she opened up the box, and pulled out its contents. There were a few embroidered handkerchiefs, a beautiful knitted sweater, a few books, and a false pearl necklace. Two cards were at the bottom of the box.
“Dearest Faith,” read the first, “Here are a few things to help you feel more at home. We all think of you often, and miss you greatly. All our love, Father, Rosemary, Una, Bruce and Carl.” Tears sprung to her eyes, but she brushed them away quickly and passed onto the second card. “Dearest Faith, We just wanted to drop a line to say how much we miss you around the Glen. Hope your first term is exciting and wonderful, and that Jem is taking good care of you. With love, Anne, Gilbert, Walter, Di, Nan, Shirley, and Rilla.” Faith smiled, and bit back the tears that threatened to break forth.
“They’re from Father and Rosemary and the Blythes,” she said, her voice slightly choked. Jem squeezed her hand gently, and she smiled up at him. They had become better friends than ever before in the past two months, and Faith felt incredibly lucky to have him there. College gossip linked their names together, because they went to all the social functions together, but there was little truth in the rumors. “Alright, now who is next?” she asked quietly. Jerry began to rip apart his box, and found some journals and pens for his classes. Jem’s box contained similar gifts, and all three had virtually the same notes.
As they walked back towards the girls’ boarding house, Jem bent closer to Faith, and pulled her back a little. “Faith, are you feeling all right? You seem a little pale and tired.” She looked at him gratefully.
“You noticed,” she said simply.
“Yes, and you’re getting thinner as well.” They slowed to a complete stop, and Abby and Jerry continued onward, used to the pair’s moments alone. He took her by the shoulders. “Faith, I know that First Year is tough, and that it’s a huge adjustment. But take care of yourself. You need to eat properly and get enough rest. If you’re having trouble, just come over and see Jerry and me. Don’t go making yourself sick over something like schoolwork.” He could see that she was slightly upset, so he put an arm around her as they walked back. “Come on, let’s get you back. Now that midterms are over, you can relax. I want you to take a nap immediately when you get upstairs.” She laughed at his demanding tone.
“Yes, Dr. Blythe.” He smiled at the title, waiting for the day that it would happen.
|
|
12/9/2006, 6:29 pm
|
|
joyceblythe
Mistress of Slates
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 191
Kindredness: 40 (+40/-0)
|
|
|
|
|
Part VII
Abby slipped into Faith’s room quietly. “What time does your train leave?” she asked quietly. Faith turned around from the suitcase she was bent over.
“Tomorrow morning. Around seven. And yours?” She was being careful. Abby had been upset lately, and she didn’t want to set her off.
“Tonight. I’ll be home tomorrow morning.” She went closer to Faith. “I’ll miss you all. You know that, don’t you?” Faith opened her mouth to speak, but Abby continued. “I can’t believe this term has gone by so fast.”
“Abby, dear, it will only be one month. Then we’ll be back here, having a grand old time as usual.” Abby shook her head. Then she smiled at Faith.
“You know, I’m so jealous of you. You’re going home with Jem and Jerry, and the three of you will be as inseparable as ever, but me. I’ll be going home with no one, and no friends to go home to. My best friend moved away while I was here, and the others… well, let’s just say that they think I look down at them for refusing to go to college.” Faith put her arms around the girl. “I mean, I’m just dying to see Mother and Father. But I almost wish I was going to the Glen with all you dear folk instead of Nova Scotia.”
“Well, I’ll write to you every day. I promise. I’ll let you know everything that happens, and in one month, we’ll all be back, and we’ll go out for a nice night on the town before settling back into school life.” Abby grinned.
“Deal. I expect those letters!” Faith laughed and hugged her friend. “Oh, I’ll miss out chats, dearest.”
“So will I. Listen, I’m going to call Jem and Jerry. We’ll all take you to the station. No arguments. We’ll miss you as well, and it’s the least we can do.” She bounded out of the room, and ran down to the boarding house phone.
A few hours later, the quartet was on the platform at the station. Jem and Jerry had taken care of Abby’s bags, and they were all saying their goodbyes. “Well, you three had better be good while you’re in the Glen. And you simply cannot forget to write. Oh, have a lovely time back home. Tell everyone that I send my regards.” All three agreed. “Good. Now, I suppose I must say goodbye. That conductor is glaring at me.” Faith laughed. Abby gave each one of them a big hug, and then turned to Faith. “I will miss you. Write me.” She hugged her and kissed her cheek, and then she turned and left quickly. The little trio watched the train leave and then headed back for their homes.
“Faith, we’ll be by at 6 tomorrow to pick you up, alright?” Jerry asked.
“That’s fine. I’ll ask Mrs. Andrews to make sure I’m awake on time. I still have quite a bit to pack, so whether or not I’ll actually get to sleep tonight…”
“You will get to sleep tonight,” Jem said firmly. “If you still have a lot to pack, we can come over and help. But you are going to sleep.” Faith looked at him and started giggling.
“Yes, Dr. Blythe,” she said flippantly. Jem looked at her seriously. “Alright, alright! I’ll get sleep. I promise.”
“Good.” He patted her back gently.
The next morning, they all hopped onto the train and found their seats easily. Faith couldn’t wait to go home. However, the past term was catching up with her, and she was exhausted. Yawning, she leaned back and fell asleep. When she woke up, they were already at the dock. On the ferry, Faith decided that it was far too cold to stay up top, but that she would go up once the island was coming into view, and they were nearly home. She held her breath when she saw it. Finally, she was home. Her eyes misted over a little at the sight, and she shivered. Jem stood by her and squeezed her hand tightly. “It’s so beautiful,” she whispered.
“Yes, it is. This is going to be a marvelous holiday, Faith. You know that, don’t you?” She smiled.
“Yes, I do. It will be lovely to see everyone again.” Jem laughed a little bitterly.
“I haven’t even seen my parents for a year,” he said ruefully. “Summer in Avonlea was nice, but it just isn’t the same anymore,” he said. It was the first time he had voiced that particular sentiment. Faith looked at him, sympathy clear in her eyes. “I just miss Marilla so much when I go back there,” he said softly.
“Of course you do, Jem. She was like a grandmother to you all. And she was especially fond of you. You and Mrs. Blythe were always her favorites.” Jem smiled.
“Yes. Mother had a harder time than I did when she died. But Mother has accepted it now. I don’t know if I have. Avonlea was always Marilla for me. For her, it is still her childhood, her old friends, Diana, Fred… I still see it as Green Gables and Marilla Cuthbert.” Faith lifted a hand to stroke his cheek gently, and then pulled him into a hug. When she drew back, she looked at his face seriously.
“Jem, that’s natural. It will be all right, though. I promise you that. You have all your friends around you now. You have been like a rock this past term. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.” She grinned at him. Jem almost laughed. Faith had definitely come into her own during the term. He couldn’t believe some of the changes she had undergone in the past year. She had started out as a little girl, transformed into a typical First Year coed, and was now a strong woman that was reminiscent of the tomboy little girl she had once been.
“Well, then I suppose there’s only one thing left to say.” She looked at him curiously. “Will you accompany me to the Christmas Ball?” She laughed mirthfully.
“Now, Jem. Did you really have to ask? You know what my answer will be.” He grinned crookedly at her and squeezed her hand again. “Oh! We’ve docked. It won’t be much longer until we’re home.” He grinned, and they went below to find Jerry.
|
|
12/9/2006, 6:30 pm
|
|
joyceblythe
Mistress of Slates
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 191
Kindredness: 40 (+40/-0)
|
|
|
|
|
Part VIII
The three travelers stepped off the train in Glen St. Mary and found they had a huge welcoming party. As soon as Faith had stepped off, a little body flung itself at her, burying its head in her legs. She laughed, loving the feeling of being home. Jem’s hand on the small of her back was unfortunately getting distracting, though. She bent over to pick up Bruce and hugged him. “You dear little thing. How are you?” she asked, kissing his head. His little arms tightened around her neck. “Oh, I missed you, kiddy.”
“Faith…” he mumbled. “I miss oo.” She smiled and kissed him before putting him down. Then she buried herself in her father’s arms, grateful to finally be with him.
“Jem!” someone called. He turned, and enveloped his mother in a bear hug. “Oh, my Jem. It’s been too long. You simply mustn’t leave us like this again.” He held onto Anne for a long time, almost afraid to let go.
“Mother,” he said simply, kissing her cheek fiercely. “I missed you too,” he whispered. “Avonlea, without Marilla was hard,” he said brokenly. Anne pulled her son’s head to her shoulder and held him like she had held her little baby. Tears flowed from her eyes. Faith saw the reunion from her own father’s strong grip and closed her eyes happily. She knew that he needed to talk with his mother about Avonlea.
“Well,” Anne said merrily, after all the reunions had finished. “Let’s all go back to Ingleside and have a nice dinner.” Faith smiled. She had always loved dinner at Ingleside. Besides, it would be nice to spend time there with Jem and Jerry. Already the number of people she was living with overwhelmed her. She had become accustomed to a simple life with her own room, and responsibility for herself. Living with a large family again would be another adjustment. Both families got into their buggies and set off for Ingleside. Jem, Jerry and Faith went with Walter, and the latter begged for stories from the trio, having missed them greatly. Jem’s smile stretched from ear to ear as they neared his home. He had missed it more than anything.
Dinner was one of the most festive occasions the Blythes had ever hosted. Because the dining table would not hold both families, they served themselves, and sat around the house, chatting. Faith sat down with Nan and Di, and listened to all the gossip from the Glen. Very soon, though, the twins decided to talk to Jerry for some time, and left Faith to her own thoughts. Her mind wandered as she gazed into the fire. Memories and snippets of conversations over the past term floated through her head. She suddenly felt a pang of loneliness for Abby. She would have loved to have the bubbly, free-spirited girl with her to chat and laugh over the silliest things. A tall form blocked her view of the dancing flames, and she looked up to see a familiar, ruddy-haired young man. She grinned. “May I sit down?” he asked formally. She laughed and gestured to the chair next to her. “You’re awfully quiet tonight. I thought you couldn’t wait to get back?” Faith sighed.
“I couldn’t. I’m happy to be back, it’s just so…”
“Overwhelming? Yes, I remember the first time I came home. Sometimes I felt like screaming. I was used to a quiet little room, where I could sit alone, and think about things. All of a sudden, I was sharing a room with my two brothers, and was surrounded by people who were trying to get my attention, talk to me incessantly, tell me what to do. I couldn’t even bear Mother and Father asking where I was going every time I left the house.” Faith laughed.
“How did you get used to it again? I managed before, because I hadn’t known any other life. But now… Jem, I feel like I’ve had a taste of independence, and freedom, but that in order to see my loved ones, I have to give that up.” Jem leaned back and patted her hand.
“Faith, I promise you it gets easier. The first few days are difficult, and then it becomes as natural as if you never left. Just like when you went to Redmond. Do you remember telling me you could never get used to the silence?” She laughed over that memory. She had learned to love it quickly. “Well, it’s the same thing. And soon enough, the contrast won’t even bother you. You’ll be able to switch between them as naturally as anything.” She smiled at him, feeling slightly reassured. “My advice to you,” he said, standing up, “is to write to Abby often. You’ll feel closer to Redmond, and it will make things easier. You won’t feel completely isolated from that life.” With that, he walked away and went over to talk to Rosemary, who was beckoning him over. Faith lost herself once again in the flames, watching their intricate dance in fascination.
“Faith, dear? Can I join you?” She looked up to see Mrs. Blythe standing over her. Shaking herself out of her reverie, she spoke quickly.
“Of course! Please, sit down.” Anne sat, and looked fondly at the girl who reminded her so much of herself. “How have you been, Mrs. Blythe?”
“I’ve been well. I spoke to Jem earlier this evening. He told me that you survived your first term quite gracefully, and that you’ve even been a rock for him.” Anne smiled at Faith. “I was glad to hear it. You know, Faith. You’re a lot like I was at your age. It’s refreshing to see a young girl as determined and headstrong as you.” Faith laughed.
“Yes, well, I am certainly determined. Jem’s been quite a good friend as well, Mrs. Blythe.” Anne smiled almost mischievously. If only it weren’t her own son. She could see that he and Faith loved each other, but she would leave it to them to find their way through life. They were still children, and Anne wanted to keep her son as long as she could. She was glad that the girl he loved was such a wonderful thing, though. She would enjoy a daughter-in-law with some spirit.
“Well, dear. I hope that you had a wonderful term. I must go and get dessert ready now.” Faith nodded pleasantly. Tired, she leaned against her chair, and watched the flames in their endless dance, flickering, licking the air, radiating a warmth that washed over Faith pleasantly. It struck her that maybe, just maybe, love had that effect on her soul. She remembered that feeling when her father had lifted her high into the air as a child. She had just read her first story to him, and he had lifted her high above his head, twirling her around. The love and pride that had radiated from him at that moment touched her again as she started into the flames, and she smiled contently.
|
|
12/9/2006, 6:31 pm
|
|
joyceblythe
Mistress of Slates
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 191
Kindredness: 40 (+40/-0)
|
|
|
|
|
Part IX
Faith made her way to Rainbow Valley with Jerry, Carl and Una. They were meeting the four elder Blythes there in order to go to the Christmas Ball. Una and Carl walked a little behind. Neither one was as excited as their older siblings. Jerry and Faith were almost running to Rainbow Valley. They had fond memories of Balls with Jem and Abby, and although Nan would replace Abby this night, they were eager and excited. “Faith, you’ve worn that dress to a dance before,” Jerry teased. Faith blushed and looked back defiantly.
“Yes, but Jerry, if I had to wear a new dress at each dance, I fear our family would soon run out of money. Besides, this is a perfectly nice dress, and I like it.” She held her head up proudly.
“Yes, and Jem Blythe likes it too. But that’s not why you’re wearing it.” He winked at her, and she turned bright red.
“Jerry, I don’t know what you think, but there is nothing going on between us. I can give you my word on that.” She was looking at her feet as they walked. Jerry suddenly snatched her waist and pulled her closer. Her head snapped up, and she realized she’d been very close to walking headfirst into a rather large tree.
“Oh, I know there isn’t anything going on. I do live with Jem, and I spend almost every waking moment around him. But you are my little sister, and I can see the way your eyes light up when he walks into a room and the way you blush when he touches you. Oh, Faith, don’t worry. It’s only because I’ve known you since you were born that I notice. I’m sure he doesn’t.” He put his arm around his sister. Finally he had her admitting she cared for Jem. Well, in a way. He wondered how long it would take them to realize they both felt the same way? They had reached Rainbow Valley. Jerry went straight to Nan, completely bypassing Jem, Di and Walter. With a small smile, Faith greeted her two friends before taking the arm that Jem offered.
“Now, I’ve never seen Jerry that eager about Abby before,” she said under her breath. Jem held back a laugh and elbowed her. She grinned. “Don’t elbow me like that. A gentleman is never so rough with his lady,” she teased.
“Well, I guess I’m not a gentleman. Or perhaps you’re not my lady. Now which is it?” he asked with a broad grin. As they began walking to the hall, they stayed ahead with Jerry and Nan, while the others fell behind. “Have you heard from Abby recently?” he asked curiously.
“Yes, actually. I had a letter yesterday from her. She’s doing well, but she misses us all a great deal. I miss her too.” Jem smiled and patted her hand comfortingly.
“We all do. Well, I think Jerry may not be feeling it as much,” he said with a wink. Jerry turned upon hearing his name.
“What was that, Blythe?”
“Just mentioning to Faith that you didn’t seem to be taking Abby’s absence too hard.” Jerry laughed. “See, now Faith and I are really suffering here.” Faith was struggling to hold back the laughter that threatened to break forth.
“Oh, I miss Abby well enough. But I’m not one to gripe and moan about it like you two,” he shot back with a merry twinkle in his eye. Nan laughed, seeing the look of chagrin on her brother’s face, and the look of pure disappointment on Faith’s face. Neither one could come up with something to say back.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get him later,” Jem said quietly. “Faith, you know I really do love that dress of yours.” She smiled. Abby had suggested wearing the cream-colored one to the Christmas Ball, and so far it had a positive response.
As had become their tradition, Jem and Faith danced both the first and last dances, and even a few in between. She could see Irene Howard barely containing her envy, and Faith smiled with satisfaction. She was tired of Irene always pretending Jem belonged to her, when in reality he couldn’t stand the girl. Irene was admittedly jealous. She had always fancied both Jem and Walter, and couldn’t stand that Faith, the little tomboy, could dance with him as if they belonged to one another. She was convinced that she should be with one of the Blythe boys. She was a proper young lady, with beauty and status, in her mind.
Faith had the time of her life at the dance. Until Bertie Shakespeare Drew asked her to dance, that is. She accepted out of graciousness and good manners, but soon came to regret it. Bertie pulled her to the side of the room to dance, relatively far from all the other dancers, and then leaned over to whisper something in her ear. She looked at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What did you say?” she asked incredulously.
“I asked you if you would someday become Mrs. Bertie Shakespeare Drew. You wouldn’t have to go to Redmond anymore. We could marry soon, and start a family.” His face was bright red.
“No, no, no! Bertie, what ever gave you the idea? I’m perfectly happy at Redmond, and I wouldn’t leave it for the world. And I could never marry you, Bertie. I’m sorry, but I don’t love you.” She was completely flustered. What had just happened? Had she ever led him to believe she cared? If so, how? “I – I should go,” she mumbled, escaping to her table. Her face was bright red.
“Is something wrong, Faith?” Carl asked gravely.
“Yes. Bertie just asked me to marry him.” Carl burst out laughing, and a smile tugged at Faith’s lips. “Carl, stop! It’s terrible! I must have hurt him. He really thought that he had a chance.” Carl was laughing uncontrollably now. Jem and Jerry walked up together, both very amused.
“Care to let us in on the joke?” Jerry asked. Faith blushed a deep scarlet as Carl told them what had happened. Both were amused, but their protective instincts immediately took over. Faith was clearly a little upset about this. “Faith? What’s wrong?” Jerry pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.
“I should be able to laugh at it. But it was so disillusioning, Jerry, especially for my first proposal. And…” her voice trailed off.
“And what, Faith?” Jem asked gently.
“Jem, Jerry, do you think I’m going to Redmond to find a husband?” The pair almost burst out laughing.
“Faith, trust me when I say that no one believes that you’re there to find a husband. If Bertie even suggested that, I could knock him around a bit until he apologizes.” Faith laughed and shook her head. “Very well, then. It’s your choice. But Faith, both Jem and I know the type of girl who goes to Redmond to marry well. And it isn’t you.” He patted her head fondly, and then hugged her. She laughed, and Jem was relieved to see the light reappear in her eyes. They had only a week and a half left, and he didn’t want anything to mar it.
All too soon, the trio was on a train, waving to their families as their train pulled away from Glen St. Mary. Jem turned to Faith. “So was it really that bad?” he asked.
“No, you were right. I adjusted. But I am looking forward to being back.” He smiled patted her shoulder. He was sure that this next term would be better than the first, and then the summer would come, giving them all three glorious months of relaxation before starting in on another grueling year.
|
|
12/11/2006, 12:15 am
|
|
joyceblythe
Mistress of Slates
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 191
Kindredness: 40 (+40/-0)
|
|
|
|
|
Part X
Spring term flew by for Faith. She had adjusted well enough to the school, and to life on her own. Before she knew it, she was once again standing at the station, waiting for the train. However, this time Abby waited with them. She would be spending the summer in Glen St. Mary, and the two girls had big plans for the holidays. When they stepped off the train, once again, the two families greeted them. Rosemary immediately took Abby’s bags and welcomed the girl. “Dinner tonight is at the Manse,” she said loudly. Faith had to hold back laughter. Were these dinners going to become a tradition? “Come dears,” she said kindly, taking Abby by the shoulders.
When they reached the Manse, Faith immediately took Abby to her room and they dropped their bags, completely overcome with relief at the end of the journey. They sat down on the beds and looked at each other wearily. “Well, it seems you get to meet everyone tonight,” Faith said.
“It will be alright. I’ll have Jem and Jerry there to keep me sane.” Abby grinned at Faith, and the girl laughed. “Besides. Life wouldn’t be normal if I didn’t have a million opportunities to tease you about Jem and push you two together.” Faith blushed.
“Abby Blake, don’t you dare! We aren’t far away from our families. You don’t know how gossip flies around this town!” Faith was almost frantic. Abby smiled calmly, a merry twinkle clear in her eyes.
“Well, that would just aid me, now wouldn’t it? Besides, Faith, I’m sure everyone expects you and Jem to make a match of it. For heavens’ sake, you two have been flirting for an entire year now!”
“Abby, I have not been flirting with him! Well, maybe… but we weren’t that obvious were we? Abby, I swear to you, we’re only friends.” Abby sighed, exasperated.
“I know what you are. I also know that you and Jem Blythe are meant to be together. And you know that as well. Faith, you’ve been in love with him since the moment you saw him at the Christmas Ball last year. Now why don’t you just admit it to him?” Faith opened her mouth to protest, when a tall figure came into view in the doorframe. “Oh, Jem! Come in. What can we do for you?” Abby asked flippantly. Faith blushed furiously and turned her head away from him. Jem looked slightly awkward.
“Uh, Faith, Rosemary said to ask you to bring Abby downstairs. The Fords are coming, and will arrive any minute. I’ll see you ladies downstairs.” He turned quickly and left. Jem Blythe had no idea how to feel. He was elated that Faith cared, but it made the promise that he had made to himself even harder. He couldn’t ask her to wait four years for him. He still had so much school to get through, and to ask her to stay alone and waiting all that time just wouldn’t be fair.
After dinner, Jem was sitting with Ken, discussing their respective years. Suddenly Ken looked up. “Faith!” he exclaimed as he stood. “I haven’t seen you in ages! How was your first year?” He hugged her and kissed her cheek, then noticed the slightly uncomfortable look in both her eye and Jem’s. Could they be in love? He grinned to himself.
“It was wonderful, Ken. Jem, I was wondering if you would come outside with me?” He nodded wordlessly. He knew what she wanted to know, and he knew what he would say, as hard as that would be. “Jem,” she started once they were outside, “when you walked in, Abby and I were having a rather… confidential discussion.” She blushed a little and looked at her feet. “Did you hear any of it?” she asked nervously. Jem swallowed. This would be hard.
“No, Faith. I didn’t hear a thing. You seemed a little uncomfortable when I walked in, though. Is everything going well?” He refused to make her uncomfortable. A smile broke across her face.
“Everything is perfect, Jem. Absolutely perfect.” She looked like a load had been lifted from her shoulders, and Jem began to doubt what he had heard. Could it be that Abby had assumed Faith’s interest? He smiled at her, still confused, but taking comfort in that fact that he had done what he believed to be right.
|
|
12/11/2006, 12:16 am
|
|
Page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Powered by AkBBS 0.9.5b - Link to us
- Blogs
- Hall of Honour
- Chat
Click here to get your own free message board
|
You are not logged in (login)
Board's time is: 12/2/2008, 12:21 am
|
|
|
