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After tea, Meg had to go into town to finish arrangements with the undertaker, so her driver took her in the steam carriage -- smaller than the commercial one in which I arrived. I was left to my own entertainments until dinner. | After tea, Meg had to go into town to finish arrangements with the undertaker, so her driver took her in the steam carriage -- smaller than the commercial one in which I arrived. I was left to my own entertainments until dinner. | ||
| - | I went to the library, which had allways been one of my favorite places in the house, the other being the kitchen where the cooks took pity on a starving teenaged boy. When I opened the door, I was transported to my younger days, sitting in here on rainy days, reading of Oliver Twist and , | + | I went to the library, which had allways been one of my favorite places in the house, the other being the kitchen where the cooks took pity on a starving teenaged boy. When I opened the door, I was transported to my younger days, sitting in here on rainy days, reading of Oliver Twist and Alice in Wonderland. The smell of the books hit me first, and the sheer volume of the room. It had tall ceilings and bookcases to the top. Rolling ladders allowed access to the top shelves. I even saw my favorite chair in the corner under the gas lamp. |
[[Category: Steamed Envelopes]] | [[Category: Steamed Envelopes]] | ||
[[Category: Unfinished]] | [[Category: Unfinished]] | ||
Revision as of 04:31, 1 December 2010
The years between my last visit with Meg melted like vernal ice during our tea time discourse. I could discern from her smiling countenance that she felt the same way. We talked of the wild escapades of our youth, exploring the grounds and playing make-believe, as if they happened just a short season or two ago. When she told of the plans for the funeral, the mental lightness from the previous subjects lingered, making the conversation easier.
One bit of news darkened the room -- my cousin Phineas, Meg's brother, had died in January upon some exploration of old Persian ruins. This unfortunate event made Meg Ebenezer's heir. I had missed the news, because of that holiday you and I took to Fiorenza. (Ah, those days in the piazzas and ristorante and those nights of delicious scopata on the balcony overlooking that gorgeous city!)
Meg swiftly moved to different topics, and the buoyancy returned. We had another day before the ceremony, but she had a secret she had to show me on the morrow. I could see that she struggled to not simply show me that instant, she was so thrilled. The rest of the guests were expected tomorrow after noon, and so we had until then to ourselves.
After tea, Meg had to go into town to finish arrangements with the undertaker, so her driver took her in the steam carriage -- smaller than the commercial one in which I arrived. I was left to my own entertainments until dinner.
I went to the library, which had allways been one of my favorite places in the house, the other being the kitchen where the cooks took pity on a starving teenaged boy. When I opened the door, I was transported to my younger days, sitting in here on rainy days, reading of Oliver Twist and Alice in Wonderland. The smell of the books hit me first, and the sheer volume of the room. It had tall ceilings and bookcases to the top. Rolling ladders allowed access to the top shelves. I even saw my favorite chair in the corner under the gas lamp.
