when she sat down at her desk to
work. She took off her shoes and rubbed their furry backs with her
feet. Somehow that had a calming effect and she started feeling
even better. There was nothing like a couple of furry friends to
make life seem a little less stressful.
Rebecca raised her eyebrows at her. “My dogs
certainly have taken a liking to you. I think I’m a little
jealous.”
Emily grinned. “They just know I need some
affection sometimes. That’s the only way I’ll get any.”
“Well, from what I remember from a previous
conversation, Jamie was willing to give you all the affection you
need,” Rebecca teased.
“Don’t remind me. It’s not that I don’t like
Jamie. He’s really a great guy. It’s just that…it’s not there, you
know? That spark that needs to be there to really have a great
relationship. Do you think I’m expecting too much out of a
relationship?”
“No, I don’t. If the spark is not there, then
the relationship will get boring. I understand exactly how you
feel. You know, Emily, I can’t help but feel that there is someone
that you do have that spark with. It seems that you go from being
happy to being sad, and that’s usually the sign of infatuation with
someone that may not feel the same way about you. It’s not Sam, is
it?”
Emily laughed. “Not a chance! Don’t get me
wrong, I think Sam is great and a wonderful guy to be a friend
with. But he’s just not deep enough for me. He’s happy go lucky all
the time and that just doesn’t appeal to me.”
“But you haven’t had a chance to meet anyone
else have you? The only times you’ve been away from this house were
with Jamie or me. And yet, the signs are all there. Have you been
sneaking around, seeing someone?”
Emily blushed. “Why would you ask that? Why
would I sneak around? You’re just imagining things. I’m just moody
sometimes and I’m still adjusting to my new life. Just give me
time. I’ll be alright.”
Rebecca looked unconvinced, but didn’t pursue
the matter. They got back to work and were busy until five o’clock.
They had dinner, and Jamie was once again ignoring her. She decided
she had had enough and excused herself from the table. She went
down to her usual after dinner retreat, hoping to see Patrick. She
was earlier than usual, so she didn’t worry too much about it when
she saw that he wasn’t there. But after awhile, she was beginning
to believe he wasn’t going to show up. She waited a couple more
hours, and then disconsolately walked back to the house. This was
two days in a row that he hadn’t come. She wondered if he just
considered her a nuisance and decided to go somewhere else to draw.
But, then, why did he want to draw the picture of her? She was so
confused by this man.
She decided she would go exploring again. For
some reason, this was the only thing that took her mind off her
hurt feelings. She went downstairs to the storage room and started
rummaging through things again. She looked at the silver ring on
her finger and wondered if it belonged to the person who wrote the
love letters. Wouldn’t that be fascinating if that was the case?
That was probably too much of a stretch. She delved further into
all the old treasures, trying to find more clues about the writers
of the letters and journal. It was odd about the journal. Men
didn’t usually keep journals. But maybe they did 150 years ago.
Suddenly, she noticed that behind a large
privacy screen was another door. That was strange; she didn’t
realize this room opened into another room. She opened the door and
flipped up the light switch. The room was full of objects covered
in cloth. Fascinated, she pulled the cloth off of one of them.
There was a beautiful painting of the ocean with the sun rising off
the water. She took off another and saw a painting of the water
with a rocky shore in the foreground. This looked exactly like the
place she met Patrick! Obviously, someone who used to live in this
house was a
work. She took off her shoes and rubbed their furry backs with her
feet. Somehow that had a calming effect and she started feeling
even better. There was nothing like a couple of furry friends to
make life seem a little less stressful.
Rebecca raised her eyebrows at her. “My dogs
certainly have taken a liking to you. I think I’m a little
jealous.”
Emily grinned. “They just know I need some
affection sometimes. That’s the only way I’ll get any.”
“Well, from what I remember from a previous
conversation, Jamie was willing to give you all the affection you
need,” Rebecca teased.
“Don’t remind me. It’s not that I don’t like
Jamie. He’s really a great guy. It’s just that…it’s not there, you
know? That spark that needs to be there to really have a great
relationship. Do you think I’m expecting too much out of a
relationship?”
“No, I don’t. If the spark is not there, then
the relationship will get boring. I understand exactly how you
feel. You know, Emily, I can’t help but feel that there is someone
that you do have that spark with. It seems that you go from being
happy to being sad, and that’s usually the sign of infatuation with
someone that may not feel the same way about you. It’s not Sam, is
it?”
Emily laughed. “Not a chance! Don’t get me
wrong, I think Sam is great and a wonderful guy to be a friend
with. But he’s just not deep enough for me. He’s happy go lucky all
the time and that just doesn’t appeal to me.”
“But you haven’t had a chance to meet anyone
else have you? The only times you’ve been away from this house were
with Jamie or me. And yet, the signs are all there. Have you been
sneaking around, seeing someone?”
Emily blushed. “Why would you ask that? Why
would I sneak around? You’re just imagining things. I’m just moody
sometimes and I’m still adjusting to my new life. Just give me
time. I’ll be alright.”
Rebecca looked unconvinced, but didn’t pursue
the matter. They got back to work and were busy until five o’clock.
They had dinner, and Jamie was once again ignoring her. She decided
she had had enough and excused herself from the table. She went
down to her usual after dinner retreat, hoping to see Patrick. She
was earlier than usual, so she didn’t worry too much about it when
she saw that he wasn’t there. But after awhile, she was beginning
to believe he wasn’t going to show up. She waited a couple more
hours, and then disconsolately walked back to the house. This was
two days in a row that he hadn’t come. She wondered if he just
considered her a nuisance and decided to go somewhere else to draw.
But, then, why did he want to draw the picture of her? She was so
confused by this man.
She decided she would go exploring again. For
some reason, this was the only thing that took her mind off her
hurt feelings. She went downstairs to the storage room and started
rummaging through things again. She looked at the silver ring on
her finger and wondered if it belonged to the person who wrote the
love letters. Wouldn’t that be fascinating if that was the case?
That was probably too much of a stretch. She delved further into
all the old treasures, trying to find more clues about the writers
of the letters and journal. It was odd about the journal. Men
didn’t usually keep journals. But maybe they did 150 years ago.
Suddenly, she noticed that behind a large
privacy screen was another door. That was strange; she didn’t
realize this room opened into another room. She opened the door and
flipped up the light switch. The room was full of objects covered
in cloth. Fascinated, she pulled the cloth off of one of them.
There was a beautiful painting of the ocean with the sun rising off
the water. She took off another and saw a painting of the water
with a rocky shore in the foreground. This looked exactly like the
place she met Patrick! Obviously, someone who used to live in this
house was a
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