well.
Andrew had only ever been in love with one woman – his
Elizabeth. From the moment he laid eyes on her he knew he would never love
anyone else… and he hadn’t. She had been his one and only and he missed her
terribly.
Andrew watched the car back out of the driveway, turn onto
the highway and disappear over the hill. There was something about Bess that
had taken hold of him. He wanted to get to know her… to care for her… protect
her. There was nothing romantic at all in his feelings but more of a concern
for her well-being. In some ways it was very similar to the way he felt about
little Andie.
14.
William Sherton, stern-faced as usual, whispered in
Elizabeth’s ear and grabbed at her arm, trying to pull her in his direction.
Andrew stepped forward to intercede. It was pointless he realized as his arm
went straight through William’s, without the old man even flinching. Lizzie
pulled her own arm away and told her father that she would meet him at his
house after she dropped some biscuits off at old lady Brinkley’s house. William
pleaded with her to come and when she refused once again, offered to take Andie
with him, to which Lizzie eventually agreed.
Andrew watched the young child eagerly accept the old man’s
hand and skip happily alongside him along the dirt road and up the hill until
they were no longer in his sight. He hurried to catch up to Lizzie who was
quickly making her way to a small and poorly maintained wooden house, more of a
shack really. It was just fifty yards or so off the main road and there were
several chickens roaming free in the grass in front of the rickety old porch.
He watched Lizzie empty her basket on the chair just inside the door and he
smiled. That was his Lizzie – always caring for others. It was one of her many
character traits that he loved. She was an extremely generous young lady, always
very aware of her fortunate circumstances and knowing most were not nearly as
lucky. She didn’t stay long with the frail woman, and then hurried back to the
main road and up the hill, the same way her father had gone just a few minutes
earlier.
Andrew walked beside her, gutted that he couldn’t talk to
her… or reach out and touch her pale soft cheek. He found himself crying tears
of unparalleled despair, knowing that they would never be together… that the happy
ever after they had both dreamed of… and waited years for… would never be.
How cruel it was that he had made it to the new world and died just feet from
her.
Lizzie strode with purpose to a large home up on the hill
above the town. It was an impressive sight and Andrew immediately knew that is
was the Sherton home. He continued to follow Lizzie up the brick steps and to
the front door. It magically opened and Andrew instantly recognized Mary, the
Sherton’s maid that they’d brought with them from England.
“Miss Elizabeth,” she greeted. “Your father is in his
study.”
“Where is Andrea?”
“She’s in the kitchen with June.” Andrew knew June too – the
Sherton’s cook. William must have brought the entire house with him when he
came over the ocean.
Mary took Lizzie’s outer clothing and her gloves and Lizzie
marched down the hall to see her father. She shut the door behind her, leaving
Andrew standing in the hall. With hesitation, Andrew stepped forward and found
himself in the study, apparently being able to walk through walls. Although
somewhat incredulous, and almost making him chuckle at his ability, he would
gladly have traded back to being alive and mortal.
“Please sit, Elizabeth. We need to have a hard
conversation,” William was saying.
“All of our conversations seem to be difficult,” Lizzie
retorted, but she sat on a leather armchair as her father had directed.
With a deep breath, and subsequent deep sigh, William looked
at his daughter. “I have some news that will not be pleasant to hear.”
“It never is,” Lizzie muttered under her breath. “If there
is anyone
Andrew had only ever been in love with one woman – his
Elizabeth. From the moment he laid eyes on her he knew he would never love
anyone else… and he hadn’t. She had been his one and only and he missed her
terribly.
Andrew watched the car back out of the driveway, turn onto
the highway and disappear over the hill. There was something about Bess that
had taken hold of him. He wanted to get to know her… to care for her… protect
her. There was nothing romantic at all in his feelings but more of a concern
for her well-being. In some ways it was very similar to the way he felt about
little Andie.
14.
William Sherton, stern-faced as usual, whispered in
Elizabeth’s ear and grabbed at her arm, trying to pull her in his direction.
Andrew stepped forward to intercede. It was pointless he realized as his arm
went straight through William’s, without the old man even flinching. Lizzie
pulled her own arm away and told her father that she would meet him at his
house after she dropped some biscuits off at old lady Brinkley’s house. William
pleaded with her to come and when she refused once again, offered to take Andie
with him, to which Lizzie eventually agreed.
Andrew watched the young child eagerly accept the old man’s
hand and skip happily alongside him along the dirt road and up the hill until
they were no longer in his sight. He hurried to catch up to Lizzie who was
quickly making her way to a small and poorly maintained wooden house, more of a
shack really. It was just fifty yards or so off the main road and there were
several chickens roaming free in the grass in front of the rickety old porch.
He watched Lizzie empty her basket on the chair just inside the door and he
smiled. That was his Lizzie – always caring for others. It was one of her many
character traits that he loved. She was an extremely generous young lady, always
very aware of her fortunate circumstances and knowing most were not nearly as
lucky. She didn’t stay long with the frail woman, and then hurried back to the
main road and up the hill, the same way her father had gone just a few minutes
earlier.
Andrew walked beside her, gutted that he couldn’t talk to
her… or reach out and touch her pale soft cheek. He found himself crying tears
of unparalleled despair, knowing that they would never be together… that the happy
ever after they had both dreamed of… and waited years for… would never be.
How cruel it was that he had made it to the new world and died just feet from
her.
Lizzie strode with purpose to a large home up on the hill
above the town. It was an impressive sight and Andrew immediately knew that is
was the Sherton home. He continued to follow Lizzie up the brick steps and to
the front door. It magically opened and Andrew instantly recognized Mary, the
Sherton’s maid that they’d brought with them from England.
“Miss Elizabeth,” she greeted. “Your father is in his
study.”
“Where is Andrea?”
“She’s in the kitchen with June.” Andrew knew June too – the
Sherton’s cook. William must have brought the entire house with him when he
came over the ocean.
Mary took Lizzie’s outer clothing and her gloves and Lizzie
marched down the hall to see her father. She shut the door behind her, leaving
Andrew standing in the hall. With hesitation, Andrew stepped forward and found
himself in the study, apparently being able to walk through walls. Although
somewhat incredulous, and almost making him chuckle at his ability, he would
gladly have traded back to being alive and mortal.
“Please sit, Elizabeth. We need to have a hard
conversation,” William was saying.
“All of our conversations seem to be difficult,” Lizzie
retorted, but she sat on a leather armchair as her father had directed.
With a deep breath, and subsequent deep sigh, William looked
at his daughter. “I have some news that will not be pleasant to hear.”
“It never is,” Lizzie muttered under her breath. “If there
is anyone
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