Chap. 1
Absent-mindedly, I twirled the fork around and around until it created a great mound of pasta in the middle of the plate. Then I let it drop, and scooped it back up again, repeating the same pattern.
" Nothing I give the little missus will ever satisfy her. I think the child is deaf or dumb. She won't eat, sleep, talk, or even play like them other children do. I've run out of ideas m'lady", Debbie whispered to Lady Claire. I ignored them, and tried to put my full attention on the plate of pasta in front of me.
" Perhaps if we give her some more time to adapt to her new home, she might start to open up towards us. Oh, and don't even think that the child is deaf or dumb! My brother was the most well-known doctor in London and his wife was a fine teacher in Oxford, there can't possibly be a dumb or deaf child from them. The child is just in trauma, leave her be, she will soon eat when she is hungry. Now go do about your business Debbie. We have guests coming shortly this evening.",she waved dismissively and went to the drawing room with her hand on her head, as if talking about her niece was stressful.
Sighing heavily, the old maid went back to dusting the tapestries. I slipped quietly out of my chair when I had seen that everyone was busy. Swiftly, I moved through the colossal mansion, ignoring all its finery's, headed to the pond in the back. Tiny tadpoles roamed freely through the clear liquid, Lily pads floated lightly on the water, dragonflies left little ripples reverberating everywhere. I sat down on a patch of grass next to the pond and daydreamed. What would happen if there was no cycle in life? No ending , no beginning, no middle...just going on. I pondered on that for a little while and when I couldn't get an answer, I switched to something else. What would happen if mother and father had never..
Before I could finish, two warm and excited fingers covered over my eyes, "You daydream about the most mysterious things. I wish I knew what you were thinking."
I smiled slyly, " You know Eddy, I think it's more amusing when you get annoyed because you don't know what I'm thinking. Don't you think so?"
He chuckled quietly and slowly took his warm hands off my eyes. I turned to face him. A small gasp slipped out of my lips. Eddy was growing more dashing every time I see him. Those pale gray eyes had a certain misty complexion to them. One couldn't find any tension in those eyes, just a carefree feeling. I wondered to myself if a person could even really have gray eyes. Dark brown hair, almost black, curled softly over his head and ears. His face was a sculpture. It almost appeared as if a talented artist had just chiseled a masterpiece but was too lazy to make the finishing touches. Several silent minutes passed as we both studied each others face. It had been so long since we've seen each other, that I had almost forgot his face.
"Margaret, you're more beautiful than the last time we met last year at the train station. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve to be in your presence, for I'm just a plain, school boy.", he whispered.
"Liar, take it back , I was an ugly duckling since birth and I always will be,so don't try to make me feel better. And never compare me to yourself!" I warned.
He sighed and ran his large hand through his soft, wavy hair. I wished to touch it so badly. "Everything, your long golden hair, your pale, creamy complexion, your face is equal to that of a fairy, and your bright, blue eyes...." As if lost in thought, he didn't finish. Then finally snapping out of it, " I'm also quite partial to blue eyes.", he smiled to himself.
Blushing a deep crimson, I looked away. Wishing to change the subject, "I'm annoyed Eddy. Lady Claire acts like she wants to fuss over me when she doesn't even know how to. Every person in the household knows that I was brought here out of pity from Uncle Claire. Just because Father and Mother are gone, doesn't mean i have to let pity in my life. I feel as if all my pride and dignity are being washed out. They treat me like a burden and a little dumb girl." I almost shouted on that one.
"Margaret, I suspect part of the reason is that you refuse to eat, talk, or socialize with anyone except me. I know you're not familiar with those people, but you should try to adapt. Of course I know it will take time for you are still in mourning for your parents. And the pity? Who can help it? You have nowhere to go, it's common sense they take you in. Also if you didn't know, Uncle and Lady Claire care for you. They just never had any children so they're not experienced in fussing. Just open up to them. Give them a chance Margaret.", he grabbed my chin and stared down at me.
"Oh..okay, Eddy, I will try.", awkwardly I shifted away from his hand. He grinned. I still felt that our age gap would always be noticeable. Eddy is 16 and I'm only 12. Childish emotions were still in me, while Eddy was more mature than a person his age should be. He was almost ready for college, while I was still struggling in school. Lady Claire is supporting him in his studies for his father was a faithful worker, before he had passed away.
I lied down on the soft grass, and put an arm over my eyes to help block the ever- brightening sun. He did the same. We both lay there as if we didn't have a care for the world.
"Edson! The Lady wants you to help her workers move all the chairs on the patio to the storage room. Hurry now! Guests are coming soon!" He jumped up and paused for a moment before leaving, then mouthed, "bye".
I sat up quietly and stared down at the crystal-like water. A creeping feeling of loneliness was overcoming me. " Mother, Father, I hate you." As I glared down at my reflection, I was surprised to see a tiny tear leaking down my face.
