Annabelle
I up thrust my head soaringly, with morose, while looking through the myriad of boxes of the new bibles in my refined parlor. Pouting about needing to make bookmarks for them all, procrastinating, I strode my aging body over to the kitchen and try to find a chore. I thrust the crank in my left hand to grind the coffee, looking in the mere glass jug holding it all. I noticed my chocolate colored hair graying at the sides .Hot tempered with Pastor Bentley’s discourteous assuming manner, I glimpsed out the window of the clement afternoon.
I observed Anne and Dr. Acres walking arm in arm on Down’s lane, the lane composed of timber planks and jagged clay. The couple paused at the white cambered door way of wood, beset with lilies. They pecked each other on their flushed cheeks, elevated with a smile, like a clad little girl on Christmas day. Dr. Acres fled, with Anne waving goodbyes late of him. Anne plodded up her lane and onto the porch of blushing plum and ivory colors with the gingerbread style cuts of wood and shutters, in a leisurely pace.
I sulked again about my love life. I promptly arranged a yellow cake and peppermint tea into a rattan basket and trudged out my front door and out onto the lawn of flourishing thick grass. Seeing alluring Anne seated herself in a rocking chair upon her portico constructing a crown of daisies, I quickly snapped at her.
“You’re wasting your time! You might as well be cleaning up after the Hirsch’s animals.”
“Oh Annabelle, what a pristine day it is outside! Anne uttered
“Pristine? Oh Anne I came just in time!”
“For what?” Anne queried
“For tea, you need my peppermint tea! Come on inside Anne!”
Anne immediately obeyed blissfully, dawdling into the front door and down the lengthy hallway to the kitchen on my behalf. Within a few minutes, I poured boiling water into two of the alluring china cups, decorated with the traditional Swedish blue and white, but with gold décor slung to the edges.
By means of Anne sipping the prominent peppermint tea, I queried, “Feel better?”
“About what?” posed Anne
“You’re so in love that you forgot your senses. Oh forget it, you probably don’t remember.” I uttered chuckling.
“I’m not in love,” declared Anne, “I was just helping Dr. Acres in his office.”
Really,” I said sarcastically, “Well keep drinking Anne, that tea will stop you from wanting to help in Dr. Acres office.”
Anne gulped the last bit of it down her throat with an astonished expression. “This tea is probably why you aren’t married yet. And you continuously drink it any day and everyday and subsequently mope until you receive the consideration of all the other ladies!”
“Goodness Anne, you love jumping to conclusions. My, the children play so quietly up stairs; I haven’t even seen them out on the lawn all day? I thought they just loved the croquet set they received for Christmas.”
“Oh, there not even here, school started today and stop pretending to care about them!”Anne declared
“Well they need some motherly love; they seem to become sadder each and every day.”
“Well you’re wrong; they seem to become more content as time passes. They don’t need your motherly love; Mr. Laval is hiring a nanny from the states. She’ll be at Divine Orchards here at noon tomorrow.
“A nanny?!” I bellowed aghast
“Yes, Jane Langley will be here tomorrow at noon.”
“You must be kidding; frankly I don’t think Charles would hire the such.”
“Sure he would.”Anne grinned
“The children don’t need a nanny, they seem perfectly fine.”
“I agree, but I was hired maid and yet I haven’t one mess to clean up for the past year. But this house is very special to them I plan to run it.”
“Whatever suites you’re fancy.”I said
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