I hesitated, but after a moment. I leaned over to kiss her cheek. Her lips relaxed into a bigger smile.
And that was the way I left her.
The Last Good-bye
. Before I left the mansion to go live with my great-aunt Francis Wilkins, I had to write one last letter to Ian. Daddy had made it sound like it would be a very long time, maybe years and years, before I would see Ian again, and if and when he returned here. I wouldn't be here.
I didn't realize until I was home that I had taken the pen Grandmother Emma had used. There seemed to be something magical about it.
I thought of her smile and then I decided I would use the same pen to write to Ian.
I would use it whenever I wrote to him.
And he would know. Somehow, some way, my brother Ian would know that magically we would be together again..
Before I left the mansion to go live with my great-aunt Francis Wilkins, I had to write one last letter to Ian. Daddy had made it sound like it would be a very long time, maybe years and years, before I would see Ian again, and if and when he returned here. I wouldn't be here.
I didn't realize until I was home that I had taken the pen Grandmother Emma had used. There seemed to be something magical about it.
I thought of her smile and then I decided I would use the same pen to write to Ian.
I would use it whenever I wrote to him.
And he would know. Somehow, some way, my brother Ian would know that magically we would be together again..