all?
She had to find out what this was about!
Something had happened over 150 years ago and she had no idea what
it was. Tomorrow evening, she was going to the library and research
this house. Surely there was a record of what had happened if it
was something of this import!
Exhausted, she fell asleep.
* * *
She awoke with a start. She had heard
something. She glanced at the clock…it was only three, which meant
she had only been asleep for about 15 minutes. She glanced toward
her door. Someone had slipped something underneath. That was
strange. Who would have been up at this hour and why would they
slip something under the door? Maybe it was Jamie trying to make
up.
She walked over to the door and saw that
whatever was on the floor was between two pieces of cardboard taped
together. She slit the tape holding the cardboard together with her
fingernail. Inside was the picture Patrick had sketched of her. She
was once again struck by the beauty of the woman portrayed in the
picture. Emily knew she wasn’t that beautiful, but it still looked
like her.
How had Patrick gotten into the house? It was
three o’clock in the morning and he was wondering around someone
else’s property. And what game was he trying to play? First he
wants to draw her, then he does something tender like touching her
face, and finally he tells her, basically, to get lost. Now this.
He had to be the strangest man she had ever met. What mysterious
skeletons might be in his closet to make him act so strangely?
She propped the picture up on her dresser.
Patrick was a very talented artist. She wondered why he didn’t show
his work, not for money but for the recognition he deserved. And
why did he always steer away from any conversation that asked
questions about his life? Had his heart been broken? Had he lost
someone he loved? She could relate to that. She had loved her
husband deeply, although he wasn’t necessarily an exciting person.
But he had been a stable, steady person. And he had loved her. If
Patrick had lost someone, why couldn’t he talk to her about it,
since she was sure to understand how he felt? Or if he had some
deep, dark secret, she wanted him to talk to her about it. Maybe it
was just because they hadn’t known each other long enough. She was
bad about trusting and confiding long before she knew people well
enough. She was just too trusting. And too easily involved with
people.
She went to the window which overlooked the
garden. Looking toward the path down to the cliff, she wondered if
Patrick was there now. If she knew he was, she would go to him. But
the likelihood of that was small. He must have just sneaked in
somehow and put the picture under the door, then went back out and
back home.
‘I wonder how he knew which room I was in?’
she thought.
She finally went back to bed after pacing for
about 20 minutes. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep because
she was exhausted. She dreamed again. This time she saw a hand
writing in a journal, but no matter how hard she tried, she
couldn’t see the person’s face.
Chapter Ten
Once again, Emily woke up feeling as if she
hadn’t rested at all.
‘This is getting to be a habit,’ she thought.
‘I need to take a sleeping pill or something tonight and zonk out
for about eight hours!’
She still wasn’t going to abandon her
workout. That would just make her feel more lethargic for the rest
of the day. She went downstairs and, once again, missed Jamie. He
was doing a good job of ignoring her. Well, if that’s the way he
wanted to act, then so be it. She wasn’t going to worry about it
anymore.
Emily did her cardio workout on the
treadmill, then she worked out with weights. She had worked up a
good sweat. Things were a little harder today since she was so
tired, but afterwards she felt a whole lot better.
She ate breakfast with Sam and then went
upstairs to start her day. Casper and Jake followed her up the
stairs and lay down at her feet
She had to find out what this was about!
Something had happened over 150 years ago and she had no idea what
it was. Tomorrow evening, she was going to the library and research
this house. Surely there was a record of what had happened if it
was something of this import!
Exhausted, she fell asleep.
* * *
She awoke with a start. She had heard
something. She glanced at the clock…it was only three, which meant
she had only been asleep for about 15 minutes. She glanced toward
her door. Someone had slipped something underneath. That was
strange. Who would have been up at this hour and why would they
slip something under the door? Maybe it was Jamie trying to make
up.
She walked over to the door and saw that
whatever was on the floor was between two pieces of cardboard taped
together. She slit the tape holding the cardboard together with her
fingernail. Inside was the picture Patrick had sketched of her. She
was once again struck by the beauty of the woman portrayed in the
picture. Emily knew she wasn’t that beautiful, but it still looked
like her.
How had Patrick gotten into the house? It was
three o’clock in the morning and he was wondering around someone
else’s property. And what game was he trying to play? First he
wants to draw her, then he does something tender like touching her
face, and finally he tells her, basically, to get lost. Now this.
He had to be the strangest man she had ever met. What mysterious
skeletons might be in his closet to make him act so strangely?
She propped the picture up on her dresser.
Patrick was a very talented artist. She wondered why he didn’t show
his work, not for money but for the recognition he deserved. And
why did he always steer away from any conversation that asked
questions about his life? Had his heart been broken? Had he lost
someone he loved? She could relate to that. She had loved her
husband deeply, although he wasn’t necessarily an exciting person.
But he had been a stable, steady person. And he had loved her. If
Patrick had lost someone, why couldn’t he talk to her about it,
since she was sure to understand how he felt? Or if he had some
deep, dark secret, she wanted him to talk to her about it. Maybe it
was just because they hadn’t known each other long enough. She was
bad about trusting and confiding long before she knew people well
enough. She was just too trusting. And too easily involved with
people.
She went to the window which overlooked the
garden. Looking toward the path down to the cliff, she wondered if
Patrick was there now. If she knew he was, she would go to him. But
the likelihood of that was small. He must have just sneaked in
somehow and put the picture under the door, then went back out and
back home.
‘I wonder how he knew which room I was in?’
she thought.
She finally went back to bed after pacing for
about 20 minutes. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep because
she was exhausted. She dreamed again. This time she saw a hand
writing in a journal, but no matter how hard she tried, she
couldn’t see the person’s face.
Chapter Ten
Once again, Emily woke up feeling as if she
hadn’t rested at all.
‘This is getting to be a habit,’ she thought.
‘I need to take a sleeping pill or something tonight and zonk out
for about eight hours!’
She still wasn’t going to abandon her
workout. That would just make her feel more lethargic for the rest
of the day. She went downstairs and, once again, missed Jamie. He
was doing a good job of ignoring her. Well, if that’s the way he
wanted to act, then so be it. She wasn’t going to worry about it
anymore.
Emily did her cardio workout on the
treadmill, then she worked out with weights. She had worked up a
good sweat. Things were a little harder today since she was so
tired, but afterwards she felt a whole lot better.
She ate breakfast with Sam and then went
upstairs to start her day. Casper and Jake followed her up the
stairs and lay down at her feet
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