Chapter the Third

The quill pen shook in Elvina’s hand, partly from anxiety, partly from excitement.

Dear Mother and Father,

You know I am not like Gwindreth. I love her beyond the world’s end, but we are very different. You know me- I do not jump to conclusions or pursue crazy whims. I do not remember ever acting on an impulse without deliberate forethought and careful planning. Based on this, which you know full well to be true of my character, please trust me and try to understand that I did not leave for any reason less than the best.

“Got it!” I exclaim to everyone else’s consternation at the dinner table. I bolt from my chair, down the hall, take a flying right turn into my bedroom, grab some paper, scribble madly—rats, my pen is out of ink!—find another pen, scribble madly, and calmly walk back to the dinner table. Everyone is still staring at me, mouths handing to the table.
“What was that?” My dad asks.

Thoughts on a cloudy day

A rain storm. Every one has his or her own opinion on whether or not it is a good thing or bad. To some it may be water that has been prayed for by a desperate farmer, and waters the earth and brings spring one step closer to you back door. To others it may be a frightening thing, the thunder and the lighting that streaks across the sky so fast and bright. It may damage the crops that the same farmer toiled days for. It all depends on the person’s point of view and whether or not they want to look at it in a good way or a bad way.