It was Wednesday, the day the littlest angel kids came to the garden and surprisingly, Violet couldn’t drum up a bit of the usual happiness she felt on this day. She tried, oh, she did try, but at every turn her spirits sunk lower.
“Miss Violet? Why isn’t Victor here?” Peter asked as he tugged on her sweater.
She went down on her knees and took his tiny hands in hers. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. He’s probably too busy to come. He has very important work in the city,” she told him forcing a smile onto her face. The smile was in the hope of easing the blow, but it didn’t help.
Peter’s large blue eyes filled with tears and Violet fought the desire to join him in a good cry, her own feelings being equally desolate. She hugged him and tried to soothe both him and herself. That didn’t help either.