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Authors: Heather Lorenz
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“He was paying more attention to you know who than to me.”
“Do not worry, she will be gone soon,” Mrs. Monroe replied.
Constance wondered if they were talking about Drinian. She did notice that Reagan never took her eyes off him. But was Constance the one they were talking about?
“What if she persuades him to love her, then what will I do?” Reagan whispered.
“Be patient Reagan, I highly doubt that would happen.”
“You never know, though,” Reagan replied.
“I finished the carrots,” Constance said, taking the bowel of chopped carrots to Mrs. Monroe.
“Thank you, Constance,” Mrs. Monroe replied, taking the bowl from her.
“How many days will it take for you to get to your destination, Constance?” Mrs. Monroe asked?
“Um... well we first have to get to Moolow which will take at least a day. I don't really know how long after that. Drinian and Woodphere have it all sorted out, which route we are taking.”
“So have you known Drinian for a long time?” Reagan asked.
“Actually no, I met him only three days ago.”
“And do you enjoy each other’s company?”
“How is that any of your business?” Constance asked, with one eye-brow raised.
“I was asking you a question, why is it so personal?”
“Reagan! She obviously does not want to discuss it, she is our guest and we need to treat her like one.” Mrs. Monroe responded with a lecturing tone to her voice.
Rosella burst in the door and broke the silence, “Mama, guess what! Pete caught a bullfrog down by the river!”
“Good for him, be sure to congratulate him for me,” Mrs. Monroe replied.
“I will! Can I tell Razelle, or is he sleeping?”
“He's resting right now, but you can tell him later at supper.”
And with that Rosella dashed back outside.
“I've never seen anyone so excited, about catching a bullfrog,” Constance said, smiling.
“They have the grandest time trying to catch bullfrogs. Pete is the first one to catch one this year, so he will get quite a bit of attention from the other children.”
For the next hour they finished preparing the wonderful supper. By the time Drinian and Woodphere arrived, the meal was sitting hot on the table.
“My, what are you trying to do to me, make me gain five more pounds?” Woodphere sighed, as he gazed at the table before him.
“We make sure you do not leave hungry,” Mrs. Monroe laughed
“Is Warrick back from work yet?” Drinian asked.
“No, he hasn't been getting back until late after supper. So we do not have to wait for him.”
They all sat down with Mrs. Monroe sitting at the head of table. Lilly, Constance, and Rosella were to her right, and Reagan, Drinian, and Razelle to her left. Woodphere sat facing Mrs. Monroe at the opposite end of the table. Constance’s heart was stirred as she saw Drinian and Reagan join hands for the mealtime prayer. Reagan had not said anything but her eyes were doing plenty of talking.
They all closed their eyes while Woodphere spoke a blessing on the food before them. Pleasant conversation then accompanied the tasty meal.
Reagan
After supper they went to the sitting room. It contained a large fireplace, two rocking chairs, a small wooden stand, and a worn sofa. Soon Warrick arrived and heartily greeted the guests. He was a man in his early forties with a brown beard and kept an enormous pipe in his mouth. He reminded Constance of Pa from the Little House on the Prairie books.
When it was bedtime she climbed to the attic with Roselle and Mr. and Mrs. Monroe. Constance assumed the thin mattress she was lying on was filled goose feathers, but for some reason she could not get comfortable. She tried counting sheep, but at two hundred she was still wide awake.
Constance arose from her mattress and climbed down the ladder quietly, making sure not to awaken Woodphere, Drinian, and Razelle, who were sleeping downstairs. She stepped outside, but to her surprise she was not alone.
“Reagan! You startled me,” Constance
“Do not worry, she will be gone soon,” Mrs. Monroe replied.
Constance wondered if they were talking about Drinian. She did notice that Reagan never took her eyes off him. But was Constance the one they were talking about?
“What if she persuades him to love her, then what will I do?” Reagan whispered.
“Be patient Reagan, I highly doubt that would happen.”
“You never know, though,” Reagan replied.
“I finished the carrots,” Constance said, taking the bowel of chopped carrots to Mrs. Monroe.
“Thank you, Constance,” Mrs. Monroe replied, taking the bowl from her.
“How many days will it take for you to get to your destination, Constance?” Mrs. Monroe asked?
“Um... well we first have to get to Moolow which will take at least a day. I don't really know how long after that. Drinian and Woodphere have it all sorted out, which route we are taking.”
“So have you known Drinian for a long time?” Reagan asked.
“Actually no, I met him only three days ago.”
“And do you enjoy each other’s company?”
“How is that any of your business?” Constance asked, with one eye-brow raised.
“I was asking you a question, why is it so personal?”
“Reagan! She obviously does not want to discuss it, she is our guest and we need to treat her like one.” Mrs. Monroe responded with a lecturing tone to her voice.
Rosella burst in the door and broke the silence, “Mama, guess what! Pete caught a bullfrog down by the river!”
“Good for him, be sure to congratulate him for me,” Mrs. Monroe replied.
“I will! Can I tell Razelle, or is he sleeping?”
“He's resting right now, but you can tell him later at supper.”
And with that Rosella dashed back outside.
“I've never seen anyone so excited, about catching a bullfrog,” Constance said, smiling.
“They have the grandest time trying to catch bullfrogs. Pete is the first one to catch one this year, so he will get quite a bit of attention from the other children.”
For the next hour they finished preparing the wonderful supper. By the time Drinian and Woodphere arrived, the meal was sitting hot on the table.
“My, what are you trying to do to me, make me gain five more pounds?” Woodphere sighed, as he gazed at the table before him.
“We make sure you do not leave hungry,” Mrs. Monroe laughed
“Is Warrick back from work yet?” Drinian asked.
“No, he hasn't been getting back until late after supper. So we do not have to wait for him.”
They all sat down with Mrs. Monroe sitting at the head of table. Lilly, Constance, and Rosella were to her right, and Reagan, Drinian, and Razelle to her left. Woodphere sat facing Mrs. Monroe at the opposite end of the table. Constance’s heart was stirred as she saw Drinian and Reagan join hands for the mealtime prayer. Reagan had not said anything but her eyes were doing plenty of talking.
They all closed their eyes while Woodphere spoke a blessing on the food before them. Pleasant conversation then accompanied the tasty meal.
Reagan
After supper they went to the sitting room. It contained a large fireplace, two rocking chairs, a small wooden stand, and a worn sofa. Soon Warrick arrived and heartily greeted the guests. He was a man in his early forties with a brown beard and kept an enormous pipe in his mouth. He reminded Constance of Pa from the Little House on the Prairie books.
When it was bedtime she climbed to the attic with Roselle and Mr. and Mrs. Monroe. Constance assumed the thin mattress she was lying on was filled goose feathers, but for some reason she could not get comfortable. She tried counting sheep, but at two hundred she was still wide awake.
Constance arose from her mattress and climbed down the ladder quietly, making sure not to awaken Woodphere, Drinian, and Razelle, who were sleeping downstairs. She stepped outside, but to her surprise she was not alone.
“Reagan! You startled me,” Constance
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